Crossed Once Again

Chapter One

Pain.

It's all I've felt throughout summer. All I did was stare out the window and reminisce. All I did was list my flaws and asked myself, "that must be it, right?". I want to know the reason why. Is it because he's a dickhead? An asshole? A fucking pussy? His words echoed through my mind non-stop. I want it to stop. It's driving me crazy.

"Bella, are you okay?" I snapped out of my thoughts as I hear my mom. I'm sitting on the sofa, and she's standing in front of me, concern taking over her face.

"Yes," I replied.

"You know, you should stop thinking about him. Try to distract yourself. Make new friends," my mom expressed.

"Easy for you to say, Mom. I'm not as social as you," I voiced out. Mom sighs.

"Just...stop thinking about him. It's not healthy for you."

"I'm trying," I said, forcing a smile. I appreciate her concern.

"We should go, or we'd be late for our flight," Mom exclaimed.

I grabbed my luggage and carried them outside. I looked at the surroundings one last time. I'm going to miss this place, but I'm glad I'm leaving. Everything reminds me of him, and I need to let go.

My mom helped me put my luggage and some boxes inside the car. When we were done, I hopped in the front seat and closed the car door. Mom starts the car and she's driving off.

- - -

As the plane landed, I couldn't help but smile wide. I'm in fucking New York City.

"If I went to a place where my mom wasn't, I'd smile ear to ear too," I laughed at her comment but stopped when she starts crying. "My baby is a big girl now!" she cried out. I couldn't help but cry too.

"I'll miss you, Mom." I hug her tight.

"We should get going, so you could adjust to your dorm room."

"Okay, Mom."

- - -

"I guess this is where I leave you," she said, voice shaking. We're at the front of my dorm room. She sighs. "I'll miss you. I'm always here for you. Just call me," she sobbed.

"I love you, Mom."

"I love you, too."

We hug each other for what seemed like forever until she released from the hug.

"Goodbye, Bella."

"Goodbye, Mom."

She smiled at me, her eyes glistening from the tears, then she walked away. So I guess this is it. I grabbed my luggage's handle and opened the door. I entered the room and analyzed the room. It looks pleasant. Cream-colored walls, wood floor, and a gray carpet in the middle of the room. It also has two beds. One facing the window on the left, one facing the door. The one facing the door is occupied. I pulled my luggage to my space and left it beside my bed to collect the boxes outside.

When I was done, I plopped down the bed and stared at the ceiling. I realized I was drenched with sweat. I should shower. Furthermore, I got up and zipped open my luggage to get my shower essentials. I made my way to the bathroom. I stripped off my clothes and place them in the laundry basket. I stepped in the shower and pulled the curtain close.

I showered for about 25 minutes. I dried myself with my towel and wrapped myself with it. I went out of the bathroom to get pajamas on my luggage. I bent over to rummage through my luggage when someone opened the door. I turned around and screamed. Overdramatic? I know.

"Oh, you must be my roommate. I'm Rachelle. It's nice to meet you," She said, smiling as she extended her arm for a handshake, but I couldn't answer when I saw the person next to her. Lucas. The person who made me miserable all summer long.

"Bea?" the asshole muttered, eyes wide, surprised to see me.

What the fuckity-fuck is this?