August & Colin | WRU series | book 1
We take risks. We make mistakes. We lie. We love. We hurt. We lose total control.
I took a risk. I paid the price.
I made a mistake. I felt the guilt.
I lied. I lie.
I loved. I try not to.
I hurt. I still do.
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I connect my phone to my charger and grab a glass of water.
Running without music fucking sucks. I admire people who can run without music but most of all, I don't understand them. Where do you get that energy boost if you don't have music to hype you up?
Even worse than running without music is showering without music so I wait by my phone until it shows a sign of life again.
After I put in my passwords, my phone starts buzzing.
7.46 pm Brooklyn – Missed call
Brooklyn – Missed call
7.47 pm Brooklyn – Pick up dipshit
7.48 pm Brooklyn – Missed call
Brooklyn – Going to Nate's if I don't come home I'm staying over at his
I quickly answer with a thumbs up before moving on to August's text messages.
7.53 pm Ari – Then why wouldn't you choose history as your major? You don't particularly have to know what you'd do with it.
Ari - Maybe you shouldn't focus on what you might want later.
Ari- Do what makes you happy now.
I type. I delete. I type again.
You make me happy xp
I delete it again as I shake my head.
Friends.
F.R.I.E.N.D.S.
I set up my camp in her friend zone because I'd rather have that than lose her altogether. The friend zone isn't that bad. Conversations come naturally, sarcastic comments get thrown around, and laughs fill the space between us. It's easy to be her friend.
It's also easy for my eyes to divert to her soft lips. It's even easier to imagine how they'd feel against mine because the memory of her lips pressed against mine exists. I made it exist when I bluntly kissed her a couple of weeks ago.
8.17 pm Me – Says the girl who plans everything.
I send the message before jumping in the shower.
She's a friend.
Just one I want to pin against the wall. A friend I want to make squirm under my touch. One I want to hear moan in my ear.
I turn the faucet towards the end of the blue stripe. I rest my hands against the wall, letting the ice-cold water freeze the thoughts out of my brain for a couple of minutes. When I think the cold temperature has erased every thought of her, I turn the shower off to soap my hair.
