Gabby Harpe's POV
after texting Lewis, i got out of bed to get ready for the day.
once i was finished showering and doing my hair, i came downstairs to make coffee. it's only 7:15 and im not really expecting Lewis to text back any time soon. he's a late riser like myself.
but, as usual, he surprises me and i heard my text tone go off as i was putting my mug in the dishwasher.
from: Hot Stuff🔥
(i had let him put his own contact in)
heyyyy giiirl! yeah im up. me and Dexter had hot gay sex last night and he's an early riser so... lol JK!!! but he did spend the night. what'd you need beautiful? xx
i laughed at how much his personality came across in the way he texted.
to: Hot Stuff🔥
OMG you scared me for a second lol. i was just wondering if you could spend the night tonight? or do you have plans again?
as i waited impatiently for him to get back to me, i started to gather my stuff together for classes. im studying child development at UCLA in, well, LA.
i only have two classes today; one in child psychology, and one in math.
you probably expect me to hate math, as a lot people do, but i actually love it.
maybe i enjoy it so much because im a natural born mathematician, or maybe because that was a way of connecting with my dad. maybe it's because i felt that if i excelled in at least one subject, my parents would love me the way they should. i don't know why it's so enticing to me, it just is.
i remember the first time i fell in love with math. i was in 7th grade and studying algebra 1. my dad was trying to explain graphs to me and he explained that the slope is equal to the rise over the run. except that he couldn't just say it. he had to sing it. (that's definitely where i get my musical genes from.) seeing him having fun and loving math in that way, it was hard for me not to appreciate it as well.
after a few years i grew to resent math because of how good i was at it. i stopped doing extra math problems in my spare time, i spent more time with friends and all in all, stood up the only thing that made me really happy at the time. i even pretended to be bad at math to get people to stop treating me the way that they would. i hated math because of how people treated me over it. if they didn't know about my math record, i was just Gabby, but once they heard about it, i was either a nerd, a good girl or a 'typical homeschooler'.
if you weren't homeschooled, you would never understand how frustrating that last label is. being called a typical homeschooler is like someone calling you a goody-goody. wether or not you are one, doesn't actually matter, it still hurts your feelings, right?
im getting off topic though, the point was, me and math had a falling out and i ditched it.
for a long time i stayed away but around freshman year of college i had another problem, as life goes, and needed a distraction. badly. i needed a distraction as much as you need oxygen to breathe. i was suffocating without it.
being homeschooled all my life, the transition from home life to dorm life was a huge culture shock. at the beginning of freshman year, i was rather reserved and kept to myself but over the next year i started to open up to people. i became more of myself around the people at college and started to realize who i was while doing that.
before all of this though, i was battling depression. my grandpa had died a few months back and then about 3 weeks later, one of my best friends tried to commit suicide. she didn't succeed but she still didn't want to be alive, and that hurt me in ways no one can understand. i felt like i wasn't enough for her, like she didn't care for me. throughout this process, i had to be strong for my friends and for her family too. it made me stronger but it also took away a lot of my control. im a bit of a control-freak so that was a really hard time for me.
