bad choices | sequel to bad boy, bad girl

one

Erica

College. What a weird thing to think about. All those years of high school, it just seemed so far away. But here it is, five minutes away. I had refused to come up to campus until two days before the start of classes. Jack had come up about a week ago to bring his own stuff, and now we were bringing mine. 

I couldn't help but feel nervous. I had lived in the same place for my entire life. Sure, the last few years it hadn't exactly felt like home, but I doubt this place will be any better. Jack's house and family have been my 'home' for the last year or so. I got close to Molly and Laura, his older sisters, and his parents were so kind and funny. Damn, I'm gonna miss them too. 

 I sighed as Jack and I's playlist filled through the otherwise silent car. The Weeknd always soothed me. I brought my hand  up to my mouth, biting down on my black nails. I was not excited about meeting my roommate. I hated sleeping in the same room with anyone I didn't know well enough. It reminded me of being scared, being with Charlie. I closed my eyes, placing my forehead against the cool glass window. 

"Girl, I do this often…" Hummed Jack, squeezing my thigh and leaving his hand there. We sang all the time in the car, and I couldn't help but let a small smile creep up onto my face. I closed my eyes, enjoying this moment like I had learned to these past few years. "Baby?" 

"Hm?" I murmured, not wanting to wake up. 

"We're here." He said, parking my car. I opened my eyes, taking in the campus. Buildings everywhere, every type of teen sitting, walking and talking every where you looked. I looked over at my incredible boyfriend, taking in all his features. His 'needs-to-be-shaved' scruffy face, his dark eyebrows, his structured jawline, his warm but somehow intimidating brown eyes, his dark hair, the sunglasses I gave him tucked into his tank, his defined arm muscles. God, he's perfect. 

"What if I don't like it?" I blurted out, still stressing out, even though there was no turning back now.

"What did you always say to me?" I shrugged, even though I knew what he would say. "That you didn't peak in high school. That you're gonna do better then that. That you're gonna have the time of your life in college. If anything, me and the boys should be worried, not you." He chuckled, looking outside. I looked down at my lap, knowing he was right. "Hey, hey, hey. Baby, don't worry." He whispered, placing his hands around my face, forcing me to look at him.

He pressed his lips against mine, sparks flying in-between us. He grabbed my neck, pulling me closer, his tongue slipping into my mouth. We moved in sink until we got breathless. He pulled away, opening the door but not quite stepping out. He looked back at me, raising a brow. 

"Ready?" He questioned. I smirked, knowing I needed to get back to my normal self. Not this, afraid, pathetic, pussy. 

"Ready as I'll ever be." I said, placing my glasses on my eyes as I stepped out of the car. I felt Jack's hand slap my ass and I couldn't help but laugh to myself. He may be a slight perv, but he's my perv.

I walked out of my car, taking my purse as Jack got out my suitcase and a large box of my things. I took my suitcase from his hands and started walking towards the dorms. He quickly caught up with me and I sighed as we got inside and into the elevator. 

"What floor are you on?" I asked. Jack was in the same building as me, sharing a room with Johnson, but they weren't on the same floor as me.