She was the girl I use to bully. That was until she captured my heart.
Still relevantly new in a relationship, I can't keep my hands off of her. My Red was addicting. Forever addicting.
Now, we're in college with a imperial distance between us.
No...
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UCLA University Village.
I was here.
My palms felt clammy the second I stepped out of the Uber with a bag over my shoulder.
After two hours and forty-five minutes of arranging a car from the airport, I finally found myself outside of the apartment complex where Mercer resides.
Thanks to a great memory, I remembered exactly where Mercer stayed, along with the building and number.
When the car drove off, my nerves nearly chose the time to scatter. I was nervous. I hadn't seen my boyfriend in nearly three months, and here I am, showing up without a phone call or a message.
I am hoping that he will not be angry with me for choosing to come down here and check on him. Being a supportive and loving girlfriend and being there for her man when he needs her is totally acceptable, right?
"There is nothing wrong with you checking up on my brother, Gen."
Jules' words from a few days prior come to mind right away. Even then, I could tell that something was bothering her, but our conversation was cut short when someone knocked on her door.
Perhaps I am just overthinking it.
Inhaling, I made my way toward Mercer's building. It's not a long walk due to the fact that his building is in the front. The sight of many college students that resided here was an easy assumption.
Some people strolled side by side, others wore headphones, and a few people sat back and relaxed on benches in particular spots.
Turning down a long pathway, I located four familiar numbers above a triangular head. Continuing my journey, I made my way up the stairs and located the door letter.
Here it goes.
Taking a breath, I knocked. My heart thumps hard against my chest as I wait. Forcing my jitters to calm down, I take my sweaty palms and wipe them along my cargo shorts. After what feels like forever, the door opens, revealing a tall guy.
