"Julianna, you don't really know me." "Is that so?" I inquire, raising an eyebrow. "The way you talk to others is vastly different from how you interact with me. You make it seem like being around me is a challenge, like I'm the one complicating our relationship," I assert, prompting him to exhale sharply and run his tongue over his teeth. "Kent, what I'm saying is true, and I'm just being myself. I treat you in kind, but when I initially moved in, I made an effort to get along with you because I liked the room. I never would have chosen to live here had I known you'd treat me this way." "How am I treating you?" He repeats, a tone of surprise in his voice. "I thought I did quite a few nice things for you, Julianna. Including last weekend—" "Cut it out!" I snap at him, and he retreats a step. It's the first time I've spoken to him this way. Kent, you can't be pleasant to me for one day and then act as if you've done me a favor. When you're nice, it's not like you're showering me wit
I longed for that kiss to bring me happiness. I constantly find myself daydreaming about him during quiet moments. Reflecting on our time together fills me with a sense of wonder, novelty, and enjoyment. It was the first time in my life that I truly understood why people my age enjoyed such encounters. It frustrated me that he didn't want to take our connection any further. Deep down, I knew it shouldn't progress, yet it did. Last night, our emotions were laid bare, and he couldn't retract his words, even if he wanted to. At least he admitted that his thoughts and emotions were conflicting. Mine were too, and I had to keep reminding myself to stay away from Kent. Getting close to him was not a wise choice, and I could savor our secret without guilt. Today marked my return to work. Fortunately, no one was around when I left, and Mark wasn't there to offer more advice. Last night, I refrained from talking to anyone and remained in my room. I was not skilled at deception, so I had to
"Hello, Julianna," she greeted in a soft voice, and I responded with a smile. "Hi there! You look so much better!" I muttered, and a grin lit up her face as she and her mom entered the office. "Can I give you a hug?" she asked, to which I gladly agreed. "Just a heads-up, I might be a little wet from swimming," I cautioned, and she simply shrugged. Nevertheless, she embraced me tightly, and it was surreal to have her standing right in front of me. "Thank you," she whispered, and I nodded. "I'm so grateful for your help." "Of course, I was happy to help," I assured her, and she chuckled softly behind her hand. Her mom waved and stepped away, granting us a moment of privacy. "So, how have things been with you lately?" I inquired as I gestured for her to take a seat in my office. "I'm doing better," she replied, wiping a tear from her eye. "I was discharged from the hospital yesterday. They ran some tests and found that my allergy had worsened during my stay." She shrugged, and I no
"Are you available tonight?" I inquire as I enter the living room, where Mark and Kyle pause their N*****x show to respond. "Are you sure you're up for it?" Mark asks, looking unsure. "Because we can stay in if you'd prefer. You haven't really been in the mood to go out lately." "Well, that was when I believed I had caused someone's death," I reply, taking a seat in the corner chair. "If you guys aren't up for it, that's fine, but I'm ready to get back out there." Last night, when Kent and I kissed, my mind was still preoccupied with my thesis presentation, and I wasn't sure if going out was a good idea. However, I was tired of moping at home and craved some fun. "Well, I suppose we could go," Mark concedes with a shrug. "I'm in, Julianna," Kyle states confidently. "I'll join you unless Mark decides to be a downer." "I'm not being a downer," Mark retorts. "I just want to make sure you're up for it, Julianna." "I am. I'm tired of being cooped up at home. I want to have a good tim
I swiftly turned my head and spotted an older man smoking a cigarette while leaning against a wall with three other people. "Hey, honey, come over here, and we'll show you how three real men treat a beautiful woman like you!" I rolled my eyes, but before I could take a step, my roommates returned and surrounded me. "Get lost, man!" Kyle shouted. "What's wrong with you, you pervert, hitting on women younger than you?" Mark yelled. Kent remained silent but placed his hand on my shoulder to shield me from them. "Look, you guys, it's fine," I grumbled. "Just take it easy." I sighed, finally finding my chapstick. Although it wasn't right, it wasn't anything new. I knew he wouldn't try anything with three other guys present. "Guys like that give the rest of us a bad name," Mark said to me, and I snorted. "Don't take it too personally," I reminded him, and Kent released his grip on my arm. I didn't want him touching me, and I didn't want his problems near me. I capped my chapstick, but
Tonight, I feel like I'm in my element. Every fiber of my being seems to thrum with energy. After the trying week I've endured, the sheer joy of tonight almost feels surreal. But I yearned for this happiness, this sense of fun and liberation. Abby proved to be the perfect drinking companion, sharing my enthusiasm for dancing. Our moves might not have been impressive, but the sheer delight we found on the dance floor made it all worthwhile. "Let's grab some shots!" Abby beckons, and I nod in agreement. We rush back to the bar and order vodka shots, clinking our glasses together before downing them. I grimace slightly, feeling a shiver race down my spine, but I suppress the reaction as best as I can. "One more?" "We've already had about seven, should we really continue?" I inquire, and she responds with a nonchalant shrug. "Perhaps not, but let's indulge in one more," she pleads with clasped hands, and I relent. "Jäger?" "Sure, it's budget-friendly!" I confirm, and she leans in to s
Dane? Like a great dane? Who names their children such peculiar names? It sounds almost like a fabricated moniker for a vampire from a Twilight novel. "Hello, I'm Julianna. Nice to meet you," I say warmly, extending my hand, which he shakes. "Are you attending Brown?" "No, I'm no longer in college. I dropped out a few years ago," he responds with a shrug. "You're a student?" "Yes, I'm in my fourth year, almost done," I mention. "Oh, you're almost finished! I was about to say, you don't look like a typical student; you seem a bit older," he laughs, and I raise my eyebrows. "Not in a bad way, but you come across as quite mature," I smile when he says that. I was indeed an adult and had always appeared a bit older than my age. "So, if you're not a student, what do you do?" "I work on developing software," he tells me, which elicits a quizzical look from me. "And why are you hanging out at a student hotspot like Apex?" I ask with a smile, and he chuckles. "Well, perhaps I was about
I can't recall anything from the weekend. On Sunday, I stayed holed up in my room, dedicating the day to perfecting my project. I intentionally took the day off work to ensure I could focus. I knew I hadn't treated Kent well on Saturday. I had been intoxicated and had let out all my frustrations on him. I yearned for a return to the way things used to be. I enjoyed our conversations, and it bothered me that he was distant when I knew he could be different. Then there was Chase, and the whole situation was driving me insane. I couldn't fathom what I had done to make him kiss me like that. Last night, sleep eluded me as my mind swirled with worries and thoughts. I couldn't comprehend how guys were complicating my life, but they were. Back at home, I didn't have any guys interested in me, and I preferred it that way. Now, I had to navigate Kent, Chase, and even Dane. On top of that, I had to give a presentation about my thesis. I had no choice but to put them all on the backburner unt