Here's To Wishing I'd Never Met You!

Here's To Wishing I'd Never Met You!

 

Paige Curtis has met the perfect guy. He's handsome, he's tall... too bad he's her gay best friend. But she does actually fall for Ramone, a handsome Italian-American who transfers to her college. He says he loves her, too...

 

Until he gets her pregnant.

 

Ramone disappears... literally! Paige is left alone to raise their baby, and she can't help but wonder what went wrong. Her best friend is the only one that knows about her pregnancy, and being a college student and living away from home, she opts to not tell her parents. But keeping a secret like that?

 

Not exactly wise. And Paige is already distant from her family. Can she find happiness?

 

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Chapter One... My Hot Best Friend

 

"I don't see why we have to study this psychology crap!" I groaned, tossing my not book angrily at the wall.

I lazed around in my room with my best friend Kent. He was amazing in every way: friendly, handsome, gentle, kind, endearing, positive...

And totally gay.

Pity, too. I didn't exactly have much luck with men. And when I'd first met Kent on our first day of college two years ago, I'd had the biggest crush on him. I flirted with him, made myself look amazing in front of him...

And then he dropped the "I'm into guys"  bomb.

So I wasn't destined to be his girlfriend or wife. But apparently I was meant to be his best friend. And ever since, we'd been the best of friends. He had a hot boyfriend in Sam, who I could tell was gay. He was very girly, but also a friend of mine. The three of us lived off-campus in a nice apartment. Ever since I'd moved away from my house in Minnesota to New York for college, I'd hardly seen my parents. My older brother Parker lived in Queens with his wife Leah, and their son Noah.

I visited... rarely.

I had distanced myself from my whole family, but I had always wanted to be my own person. My parents could be controlling, strict and downright irritating. I had managed to secure myself a place at NYU, and I never looked back. Only at Christmas and on birthdays of either me or my family members did I return home.

Kent sat on the chair at the desk in my bedroom, chuckling at my little tantrum.

"Honey, you chose to major in psychology," he laughed.

"Well, I'm changing to anything else," I sighed.