"Alright, we have a couple of options," I propose, aiming to make sure our plan is solid before venturing into the party scene. "First, we could pretend I'm an exchange student from London looking to attend a frat party." He chuckles, seeming open to the idea. "That doesn't sound too bad," he agrees. "What else have you got?" "Option two: you play the 'I'm Kent' card and leverage your fame to get us as far as possible." He simply shrugs in response. "Piper wasn't kidding; those guys don't take well to challenges," he mutters, and I nod in agreement. "But let's keep it as a backup plan." "Alright, for option three, we can team up with a group of girls already waiting in line. It'll look like you're bringing about six girls to the party." "That seems like our best shot to me," he concurs, and I smile. "Let's give it a try." He lets out a sigh as he surveys the line of people. Our group of friends had been waiting for Abby and her friends, and now we found ourselves alone in this sit
"You often use that nickname," I persist, and he chuckles. "I'm not attempting to belittle you," he reassures me, his hand on my hip causing my thoughts to cloud. I sneak a quick glance at him, and despite the darkness, his green eyes are captivating. "Even though I'm aware you don't hold me in high regard, I appreciate everything you've done," I mumble, and he shakes his head. "Julianna, if I didn't like you, I wouldn't have gone to such lengths," he admits, and my eyes widen. "I understand I haven't done much to make you happy since you moved in. I just struggle with people," he confesses, sounding somewhat upset. "I know it's not a valid excuse, but there's something I want you to know." "Alright," I say slowly, and he nods. "I'm aware people may have told you that I hop from one girl to another, using them, and that I'm a promiscuous man who sleeps around," he begins in a hushed tone, and I sigh. "That's not true," he asserts in a whisper, and I blink in surprise. "What about
I've been feeling like I've been caught in a whirlwind since Saturday night. I couldn't stop replaying what had transpired between Kent and me. So much had shifted, leaving me in a state of confusion. I appreciated Kent's candidness about his past and his apology for his past behavior towards me. It was crucial to me, not because I needed an apology, but because I wanted him to comprehend how his actions had affected me. Certain memories refused to leave my mind, regardless of my efforts. Every night, they haunted me as the last thoughts before sleep, and with Kent residing just across the hallway, there was no escape. Although the moment on the lawn behind the fraternity house had been charged with electricity, I had no reason to believe it was anything more than a spontaneous occurrence. I couldn't be certain that Kent genuinely wanted to kiss me, even though he claimed to be trying to leave his past behind. Our inability to even make eye contact made me loathe both of us. I rese
I hadn't really known how to approach Kent since Saturday. What happened had a more significant impact on me than I had anticipated. We had been on the verge of kissing, but I had never felt that way around guys before. It was an entirely new sensation. Nonetheless, it was better to leave it unspoken. I needed to move forward and put it behind me. I should attempt to normalize my interactions with Kent, but not just yet. As we walked home, I found myself at a loss for words. "You're awfully quiet," he remarked, and I simply shrugged, feeling somewhat apprehensive. "It's been a long day, and the humidity at the pool makes me want to crawl into bed," I replied in a hushed tone. "You didn't have to walk me home." "I thought it was the right thing to do," he reasoned. Late at night, he always offered to accompany me home, which was thoughtful. "You always seem to be there to walk me home," I chuckled. Upon arriving home, I swung the door open, kicked off my shoes, and tossed my ID o
Being alone with Kent at home is something I dislike. The atmosphere in the apartment becomes unusually quiet. Since Mark and Kyle left yesterday, we've mostly been confined to our rooms. I couldn't fathom why it was so challenging for us to get along. We had, to some extent, agreed to give it a shot, but I suspected Kent was still upset about what happened on Thursday. He appeared troubled in my presence, and it made me feel uneasy. I knew we could engage in normal conversation, but I was hesitant to initiate anything. My day was consumed by work. I had to conduct swim lessons and later serve as a lifeguard for several hours. Today, I had to leave early for an additional swim session to stay in shape before my shift. As the rain began to fall, I sighed, donned my raincoat, and made my way to the kitchen to fill my water bottle. Kent emerged from down the hall, and I kept my gaze down, waiting for the water to reach the brim. "Leaving?" I nodded in response to Kent's inquiry. "Ye
When Brendon returns, I feel anxious but try to recall what I know. "I'm Julianna, Lauren. Can I assist you?" She nods weakly. "Is there an Epi-pen in this room?" She gasps, and I glance at the group of kids she's with, who are standing nearby. The other lifeguards had already ushered everyone else back to the changing room. Who among them would know where Lauren's Epi-pen was? As I raise my voice, one of the girls steps forward with wide eyes, asking, "Does she have an Epi-pen?" "I-I didn't know Lauren had this condition," she murmurs softly, her eyes on the verge of tears. "Alright, calm down. This is not your fault," I reassure her. "Could you please check her locker?" She quickly nods and hurries away, leaving me feeling anxious. Lauren is struggling to breathe, her face reddening and purpling. "I'm here," Brendon says as he approaches. "Is there anything I can do to help?" "Is there an Epi-pen in here?" I inquire, but he shakes his head as if uncertain. "I'm not sure," he
I arrived home drenched, hoping Kent wouldn't be there. Despite the chaotic day, we were advised to spend the night with loved ones. Right now, I needed all the support I could get, and that meant returning home. Upon entering my apartment, I shed my raincoat and dropped my bag to the floor, feeling utterly drained. "Julianna?" Kent paused his work at the dishwasher upon hearing me. Our eyes locked, my lower lip quivered, and tears streamed down my cheeks. Concern laced his voice as he asked, "What happened to your clothes? It's only 40 degrees outside. Did you walk home like that?" Another wave of emotion threatened to engulf me, and I struggled to hold back sobs. Defeated, I removed my shoes, but now my toes felt numb, and I couldn't think clearly, haunted by disturbing images in my mind. Kent approached me from behind, placing his hands on my shoulders. "What went wrong, honey?" He inquired softly, tears welling up in his own eyes. I responded by wrapping my arms around him, an
I could have easily drifted off to sleep there because I felt incredibly at ease with him. Surprisingly, after the events of today, I expected Kent to drive me up the wall, but he turned out to be kind. I hadn't noticed it before, but there was a softer side to him that had never been apparent until tonight, especially. When I felt ready, he released me, and I shook my head before heading back to my room. After taking off my pinnie, I grabbed some warm clothes to change into and then made my way to the bathroom. I undressed in the shower, letting the warm water wash away the chlorine. I tried to act as though nothing had happened, but my efforts were futile. The sadness crept in while I was in the shower, so I turned up the heat in an attempt to drown it out. After drying off and getting dressed, I left the bathroom wearing cozy socks, a long-sleeved shirt, and sweatpants. I was surprised at how late it had become, but I had arrived home after seven, spent an hour talking to Kent, a