To start over.
That's what Alex Rose needed, after that night.
That's what drove her out of her home in London, to New York, halfway across the world, to start her second year of college in North Regal University.
A whole new world greets her, ne...
"Friends probably hate me, Wish you'd never met me, Forget a happy ending." Your Side Of The Bed — Loote
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The pale mahogany door of Coach's office slams shut behind me as I walk out, taking deep breaths to calm the fuck down.
I've been back at college for less than two days, and almost everyone I've seen has bitten my head off for being away for a week. Professors, teammates, and now my Coach.
Coach's scolding was harder to listen to, since the man has always treated me like his own son, and I've clearly let him and my team down. After a firm warning, he'd let me go, but the guilt is still heavy in my chest.
I keep towards the edge of the campus buildings as I make my way towards the back gates instead of using the walkways, something I've been doing since what happened with me and Alex. Taking the walkways to get around means there's a more likely chance of seeing her, and every time I see her is like a nasty stab in the chest.
Ever since I walked out of her dorm almost three weeks ago, nothing's been the same. She's my first and last thought every day. My body physically aches most times, needing to feel her skin, look into her eyes. Not a day goes by where I don't yearn for her. My bed doesn't feel comfortable without her in it anymore, I wake up every morning dreading the day ahead of me because I know I won't see her. It feels like an important part of my body has been ripped out, and now I'm struggling to survive without it.
I love her, it's so blatantly obvious, sort of overwhelming how hard I've fallen for her. I never knew what love feels like, never knew the feeling of actually bringing my walls down and loosening up around someone until I met her.
Because of this one fucking girl who's literally holding my heart in her hands, even if she doesn't know it.
The realisation of my feelings came as a shock to me, because it's not every day that you realise you've fallen head over fucking heels for someone, especially after you grow up not believing in love whatsoever. In a span of a few months, she's changed my whole perspective on a lot of things, love and trust being the biggest ones. She healed things inside me that have been broken for years, saw the darkest sides of me but still cared about me the same.
I don't regret anything, regardless. Even if I don't get to be with her, there's no one else I would've chosen to fall in love with for the first time than Alex.
She probably hates me.
As I step out of the gates and walk onto the pavement towards the soccer house, my head goes back to that night at the club. Alex in that pretty little dress, dancing and swaying around, grabbing every guy's attention but completely oblivious to it. Everything in me just wanted to go park myself next to her and glare fucking murder at anyone who looks at her twice, but it's not my place anymore.
