The third year of university tends to be pretty hardcore, and it's no exception to the twins and their friends.
Emily's grades fall in her classes of the major she picked to stay close to her sister, being that she has no interest in it. After lear...
I didn't even know when I could begin to talk to my ex-boyfriend again, and it was killing me.
Before we left for break, Sarah forced both Calvin and I into talking to each other in a group chat a few weeks after our emotions were still raw from breaking up. He promised he wasn't mad, but he could've just been saying that to get my sister off his case.
It'd been a whole semester and summer vacation since then, and so far, we'd somehow been able to make eye contact without bursting into tears. That had to be progress, right?
During our last pass-by, I think he'd almost actually given me a smile! Or maybe he was remembering a funny joke he'd heard earlier and had accidentally made eye contact with me. I couldn't really be sure, but either way, I really missed his smile.
So, I awkwardly stood a few tables away from him in the dining hall as he was sitting by himself, eating his lunch and looking at his phone. Was approaching him at this point even a good idea?
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After mulling it over for a good two minutes and staring from afar like a stalker, I ultimately decided to try beginning a conversation. The worst that could happen with his sweet personality was that he would make up some excuse about being in a hurry. I knew he'd never be outwardly rude or snap at me, even if a part of him hated me. That's just the kind of person he was, gentle.
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I knew it might hurt a bit if he did indirectly avoid me, but I knew the pain would be nothing compared to what he experienced walking into the hallway of his dorm. Gosh, just thinking about that stupid kiss with Brandon and that whole stupid day made me die inside just a little more.
That was the day I made the sweet Calvin Beckett Waterman cry.
Me.
Just remembering the hurt in his eyes, I didn't think he could ever forgive me. I would've done anything to take it all back and to never have broken him.
"Hey Cal," I greeted him softly, walking up to his table.
He jumped a bit, caught off guard. His eyes widened in surprise as they flickered with recognition at my voice and face. "Oh, hey Em." Calvin stood up politely, pushing back his hair as his gaze fell on me.
