*A Friends to Enemies to Lovers Romance*
Madalynn Reese never expected to see Liam Tucker again. Not after all of these years, and not after he broke all of their promises. But when she heads off to her dream college and runs into her ex-childhood b...
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I turned the engine off and pushed my sunglasses to the top of my head, staring out at the giant campus I would be attending for the next two years. The university was comprised of brown brick buildings that stood tall, reaching toward the sky, and making a U shape, reminding me of a castle. The housing for the students was not far from the main building and resembled the campus in its entirety.
It screamed rich, letting everyone know that the price of education, while priceless, was also thousands of dollars a year.
I knew that better than most. I worked my butt off as a dealer for the casino in South Carolina while I put myself through community college, making sure I kept my GPA a 3.9, so I could apply for more scholarships when I transferred. But scholarships only went so far, and unless I received a full ride or wanted to drown myself in student debt, I knew I would still need money put aside.
I learned at an early age to save, but unfortunately, keeping those savings a secret was a lesson learned too late.
I pulled my sunglasses off and placed them in my cup holder before hopping out of my jeep. Leaning in to grab my purse and belongings, I juggled my bags as I headed in search of my room. Ignoring the looks of the student population watching me attempt my juggling act, I crossed the grass and walked on the sidewalk up to the massive building that would be my home for my two years there, and I headed inside.
After checking in at the front office and getting my room key, I made my way to the elevator. I punched the button to the third floor, stepping out into the hallway once the silver doors opened. The white walls starkly contrasted the red and black paintings that hung on them in honor of the school's colors. I searched the door's numbers until I spotted room 347. Knocking, I slowly opened up the door and stepped inside.
But I didn't step into a dorm room.
I stepped into a bag of cotton candy.
Not literally, that would be a nightmare on its' own, minus the taste factor of course, but metaphorically. There was pink everywhere. Pink bedding, pink posters, and pink curtains. I was afraid I went colorblind and the only color my eyes could register now was pink. Thankfully, I turned to my half of the room and was relieved to find good ol' plain white.
Oh boy. This should be fun.
I went to my side and set my bags down to begin unpacking my belongings. I desperately needed something up on the walls that didn't remind me of Barbie's dream house. Once my bed was made and my Elvis and Bob Marley posters were up, I felt I could start to relax. There was a small couch with a coffee table on the far end of the room across from the beds, so I went over to the couch and threw one of my--not pink--blankets on top. Heading back over to my desk, I placed my agenda and calendar on top of it, along with my laptop and sank down on my bed.
The door suddenly flew open with a loud bang, and I immediately jumped back up, hands flying to my chest. In walked a live version of Elle Woods. There stood my approximately 5'3", blonde-haired, blue-eyed roommate who was staring at me with wide, curious eyes behind pink-rimmed glasses.
