♡AN ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS ROMANCE♡
Attending the same college is the only thing Sebastian Hutches and Tara Van Doren have in common.
To Sebastian, Tara is a rich, spoiled girl, obsessed with her looks and status.
To Tara, Sebastian is a rude, arrogant...
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It's been almost three weeks of living with Tara, during which we hardly saw each other.
She leaves the apartment to go to class before I do, and in the evenings, she's either out or in her room.
Dr. Garcia didn't give us anything new to work on, either, probably because it's useless right before Thanksgiving.
This morning, I to go to the kitchen as soon as I wake up to confirm my theory that Tara has been avoiding me on purpose since the night we drank wine on the couch.
It's too early for her to leave, and just like I hoped, she's still in the apartment.
When I approach the kitchen area to make coffee, an open notebook on the counter catches my eye. It's Tara's agenda. Lines of neat handwriting adorn the pages, and I don't know how to feel about what I see because she hardly has any free spots there. Not even on the weekend.
I should be relieved she's busy, but unease gnaws at me instead. I know damn well what it's like to need to be swamped, so you don't have the time or energy to think about stuff. It's been my MO for the last three years, but while Tara is out, I do the work in the privacy of my bedroom instead of sleeping. Not that I can sleep.
My fingers itch to turn the page and see what else she's doing, but she doesn't trust me as it is. Snooping will only make it worse.
The sound of feet slapping against the rug makes me straighten. I face the counter and put the coffee maker on, waiting for Tara to come up to me.
"Good morning," she says. "I didn't think you'd be up so early."
"Morning. Coffee?"
She grabs her agenda and sits on a stool at the breakfast bar. "Yeah, thanks."
"How do you like it?"
"With cream but no sugar."
"Gotcha."
I make the drinks and hand Tara hers, sitting by her side. Tension radiates off her in palpable waves, and I hate it. I don't know why the fuck I care. Probably because we're stuck living together, and I'd rather we behaved like roommates instead of ignoring each other.
"Are you going to be home tonight?" I ask. I'm heading home for Thanksgiving tomorrow, and so is she. If she's not here, I won't see her until next week.
"I think so. Drew and I are meeting to work out, but then I'll be home."
Of course. Evans isn't the one she's running from. I bet his name is written in that pink book of hers.
I hide my scowl in the mug and down my coffee. That she doesn't ask me anything bugs me, and I can't figure out why.
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I would get an A+ in dodging ex fuck buddies if the subject existed. I managed to avoid Elena for weeks, ignoring her calls and texts and making sure to sit as far from her in class as I could.
