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
"When we're done here, we'll talk more and send you a full letter, but we're very interested in your research, Julianna," says Doctor Carlton, and I smile. It's the first time I've felt the stress leave my back since I started working on my presentation. "We're going to go ahead with your project, and we're looking forward to your next presentation in the new year." "Thanks, and I'm glad you like it." I walk forward, smile, and shake each of their hands. "And I really appreciate your time today." "Of course," he says with a smile. "We want to thank you for being so prepared and working through the technical problems. It's clear that this was important to you." I tell him, "It was...important to me," and he smiles and nods his head. "Thank you for being there for me during the change." "Of course, Julianna, have a good day and let me know if you have any questions," he says, and I quickly start to get my papers and laptop together. As I rush out of the room, I smile and wave briefly
"Julianna, there's yet another vase waiting for you on the step!" The sound causes me to groan as I push myself away from the desk in my bedroom. The entire week, Chase has been sending flowers to me; I don't know if it's to try and apologize or what, but I can't deal with him right now because the grind never stops and I have school things to get done on top of what I already have to do at work. "What is it that they are doing this time?" When I got back to the living room, I saw Mark holding a vase that was full of red roses. "What are those?" I asked. "Oh my goodness, why can't he at least send some nice flowers?" I let out a sigh as my irritation grew. "Not a fan of red roses, are you?" I laugh at his jokes while removing the vase from his grasp and placing it on the countertop in the kitchen. I despise them because of how cheesy they are. I informed him about it. "Up until now, they've all been red roses; if they were another kind of flower, I'd probably display them in my bed
When I hear a knock on the door and some talking, I start getting dressed. She's here way too early. Before I leave, I quickly change into my clothes and put on some nice shoes. Then, I grab my purse and check myself in the mirror to make sure I look good. I pick up the roses for her and walk down the hall. What surprises me is how Kent can make my mother laugh, no matter what story he tells her. He even brought her a glass of water. "Uh, hi, Mom," I say quietly. Usually, she rushes to me for a hug, but Kent was chatting with her. "Oh, Julianna!" I give her a hug when she smiles. "You can have these," I tell her as I hand over the flowers. "Be careful. She's happy," Kent says. "We were just talking about how interesting your thesis presentation was." "Really?" I ask, raising my eyebrows, and he nods. "Yeah, it's pretty cool," he says with a casual shrug. "I told you to be ready when I told you to," Mom says, and I sigh. She pokes my arm. "You said to be ready at a quarter to,"
My mother has been talking about Kent ever since she had dinner with him. It's only been two days, but she's already mentioned him twice. I'm not sure what she sees in him. Kent is tall, handsome, can be kind, has a confusing charm, and smiles with dimples, but I don't understand what's so special about that. Ugh, here I go again. Even though we're finally getting along, I can't stop my mind from wandering to him when it shouldn't. We've agreed to be friends, and he's made it clear that he knows the boundaries and won't cross them again. I need to let go of this silly thing that's driving me crazy for no reason. He can't be in a relationship. What he's told me should be enough, and his actions and what I've seen support his words. I know Kent has a lot on his mind, and I suspect he didn't have a great childhood. He's dealing with enough, and I don't want to add to his burden. We can keep this a secret because it was just a mistake between friends. I can control my feelings, and he