When Sloan Casey was at her lowest point at 17, she met Alex Abrams. Though sheltered it was almost as if Alex brought her back to life through her struggles. But after falling for Alex, the last thing she expected was for him to ghost her.
But what...
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I missed her.
I missed Lila in my dorm nagging me and staring at her mostly empty stripped side of the room made me depressed. I hadn't informed housing.
I simply didn't want to. Why should I? I don't want to be paired with some bum ass roommate. I hated Ace Rossi especially because he's the devil in disguise.
He kidnapped my best friend and she can't even tell me. I can't go to the cops or he'll probably find someone to kill me. So I'm stuck in an endless route. I haven't wanted to go back to my old life. But today I needed to.
I got a text from student services and they placed me down to give an accepted student tour. Fortunately for me it was one on one. I had to convince this girl why NYU could be the school of her dreams. Maybe this would be good for me.
I needed some distraction that wasn't school work or family issues. I'd focus on this random girl who should be determined to choose NYU.
I zipped up my blue jeans and threw on my NYU torch t- shirt. Today would be better than yesterday, today I'd win. Maybe I'd plot to end Ace Rossi for being a possessive son of a bitch.
I laced my sneakers and exited my dorm to go to the gift shop. I usually didn't buy gifts, but I felt like I'd win her over with a free stuffed animal. I slipped on my mask and entered grabbing the overpriced stuffed bear on the shelf.
Then I made my way to the student center to meet Barb who looked half alive with her maroon hair in a messy bun "Hey!"
"Great! Sloan you're here" she looked relieved to see me, as if she thought I wasn't going to show "You have a transfer student today, she's over there" she pointed to the corner.
A slender girl stood staring at the wall of books. Her long brown hair was in a half pony pulled together by a black ribbon bow. She reminded me of Gracie Abrams from here, her blue jeans and white sweater.
I walked over to her "Hey I'm Sloan" she whirled around to see me and a small smile formed but she looked slightly confused.
"I'm your student mentor for the day" she looked slightly relieved and turned her body to fully face me.
"Sorry I was a little confused" she laughs nervously and offers her hand "I'm Kennedy" she softly spoke, but her eyes are what get me.
The hazel ones I recognize. Maybe I was crazy, in fact I must've lost my mind "Kennedy?" I question for her last name, I beg it's her. I beg that it's thee Kennedy that I helped through her anxiety. But she didn't recognize my name, how could she, it's been four years.
"Sorry, I'm Kennedy Ambrose!" She enthuses, but it's not her. It's not Kennedy Abrams and I'd be lying if the smallest excitement alluded me as she said 'A' because i almost imagined she said Abrams. Maybe because I think she looks like Gracie Abrams, or I've convinced myself that she's Alex Abrams sister.
