If Only I Didn't

Chapter 2

Okay...so i finally updated. Yay!! School has literally been killing me. And if you can't tell already I picked Francisco Lachowski as the guy and some random chick as my main character...so if anybody has any suggestions from the info they already got from the vibes of these characters that would really help. I also promise that this will be the last A/N in the beginning cuz i usually hate it when they're at the beginning of the chapter, so the rest are going to be towards the end and not that important. I ALSO don't know how to dedicate, but thank you @sandbuckets for making the awesome cover!!! (jk i just figured it out.)

After a long flight, we finally got there. California was really different from Anne Arbor, but since a lot of my family lived here I was used to the heat and the salty air.

Having an uncle that funds Stanford, I've gotten used to people thinking that I had only gotten into Stanford because of the connections, but in reality I worked really hard to be the best at everything I did from academics to sports. It did have its benefits though; most freshmen weren't aloud to live off campus, but I guess Uncle Jack allowed it. I just couldn't wait to see the place and this roommate Mom was talking about.

We drove about 30 minutes past the university and then finally stopped at a modern penthouse. When I walked in, I gasped at the interior design and the gigantic flat screen. The walls were all different colors, but it looked kind of plain, so I guess I'll just have to fill the house up with art.

As soon as we checked out the whole place my mom and I started unpacking. Just as we finished getting all my clothes organized the doorbell rang.

"That must be your roommate," Mom chirped. What if she's mean? What if she's really unorganized? What if she throws parties!!??!??! What if....

The door opened and there stood Luke Carter with the same shocked expression I wore, except a second later he was laughing and I wasn't.

...She's not a girl??

So, I guess he wasn't going to NYU after all.

**

Why my mother wouldn't tell me that I was living with Luke Freaking Carter, I don't know. She probably didn't realize how much of a jerk he really is. Just like everybody else she thinks he's the perfect golden boy. I glare at my mom for about fifteen minutes before we go back to unpacking. Now, I can finally start reasoning with her and then kick that idiot out of this place.

"Mom, why in the world would you want me to live in a penthouse with that asshole."

"Watch your mouth young lady," she chided, "he's a nice boy and he's the one person I can trust to take care of you."

"You think he's gonna take care of me," I yelled in frustration, "he's most likely gonna kill me."

"Stop being so frustrating," she grumbled, "his mom and I have already talked about it, so the decision is made."

"But Mom he's a guy..." I whined.

"Yeah, I can see that," she replied

Well, looks like she's not changing her mind, I thought grimly as I stormed off to the balcony. I watched as the waves washed up and went back. I was thinking of enjoying my life a little more now that I was in college. I had worked hard for so many years that I thought I finally deserved to just let go of all the stress, now that I had finally gotten into my dream school

Isn't that what was supposed to happen. Isn't this when all the hard work pays off? I finally had thought I was away from him, but then he comes right back. I mean he was the one person I would do anything to get out of my life and now was moving in with me. I would have to see his face everyday and talk to him. Hopefully, we won't cross paths often and I won't have to worry about ever talking to him.

Just as I turned to walk back inside I bump into him. Just my luck! I try to walk past him, but he grabs onto my shoulders not giving me a chance to. I look up hoping to see him glaring at me, but instead he looks amused. His eyes are a ... why am I thinking about his eyes? Ugh!!

"So I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other," he drawled.

"No, we won't," I muttered.

"Well we live in the same place so it's going to be hard not crossing each other's paths smarty-pants," he grinned.

"Well I am going to try my best to stay away from you," I responded as I pull myself away and walked inside.

And there goes the next 8 years of my life...