In Every Universe | Quinn Hughes

1 | Lily

Present Day

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I didn't expect my summer to be so shitty, but it was. Quinn Hughes had made it his life mission to avoid me, literally so much so that at one point I'd actually cried—pathetic, I know. It was a life changing moment for me, to be dodged by a boy so obviously. I couldn't help but think of a million different things I'd done wrong. Was I a bad kisser? Was it because nothing else had happened? Did he just think I was a child and not mature enough for him?

Whatever the reason, I was pissed. So completely and totally shaken by it that I decided I was not going to start college a poor little broken hearted girl. Quinn had friends on campus, lots of them, but he tended to keep to himself, which was great for me, because I was going to do the opposite.

My hair had grown out and I'd gotten it styled and I knew how to do my makeup so well that it made me feel like a fucking queen. Anna had given me a lesson on styling, because honestly I was the jean shorts and worn out old cap type—but not anymore.

It was my first day of classes and honestly, I looked fucking hot and I knew it. I wore a pair of loose fitting high waisted jeans and a white cropped tank with my pants white Nike Dunks. My nails were painted a perfect baby blue and my hair was tossed into a casual claw clip. I was pulling off that casual girl look while also knowing that my eyeliner was phenomenal and my cheeks were dusted with just the right amount of blush.

I notice the way boys look at me because I make sure they do. Alex meets me out the front of the lecture auditorium for sports physiotherapy 1 along with his cute new friend, Trevor, the boy I'm planning on losing my virginity to. Alex and I had since made up after a messy break up in high school. He realised he wanted to just hook up with girls, and he apologised for not telling me sooner, and because my heart was so wrapped up in a twenty year old boy, I had accepted it. And I'm glad, because now I had a great friend who was admittedly a bit of a whore with girls, and I had Trevor Zegras to win over.

I'm going to make sure he takes my V card at spring break. Definitely him.

I'm not about to give it up for any asshole, especially not if they have soft brown hair that falls in their eyes when they don't push it back enough and dark blue-green eyes with just the right amount of stubble to feel fantastic between your legs. Nope. No way.

We walk as a trio into the auditorium, and the first thing I notice is that it's busy. Stupidly so. This class in particular was the kind that combined multiple students over multiple courses and year levels. My eyes lock with familiar ones, and I feel my chest close up. I knew I'd see him in classes, but I didn't think it would be on the first day. I'm the one to tear my gaze away first, leaving him confused, but I don't know that. I can feel his stare, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand. I shouldn't be so highly strung over a boy. Sure, he was twenty one now, sure, he was gorgeous, but he was an asshole. A dick. A cock head.

I don't know why my fate is so unfortunate, but there's barely a seat left in the room, the only places left being scattered throughout the auditorium in random places. There's two seats at the front, and Trevor ruffles my hair while Alex sends me an over dramatic pout as they take the pair, leaving me to fend for myself. There's one seat by itself in the centre of the auditorium, right beside a girl with blonde hair and two rows back, diagonal to him. He'd be able to see me, talk to me, hear me breathe if he really tried.