The Life We Made

Prologue

"Come on, Kay, you can't sit around and mope anymore. Finn broke up with you three weeks ago. We're going out tonight."

"Victoria, I don't want to. I tell you that every time you mention it."

"And I don't care anymore. Because Finn is winning by you sitting around here moping. You don't want him to win, do you?"

I glared at her and she knew she had won. My boyfriend of nearly 3 years broke up with me a few weeks ago, said "it just wasn't working for him anymore." Yeah, okay, buddy. Because that totally comes out of nowhere. But whatever. So I was totally heartbroken and it sucks. But I'm not the kind of person to go crawling back begging for another chance. I have more pride than that. And I don't need a man that bad.

"Girls, she caved! Let's get ready!" Victoria called out to the other two girls. We all met freshman year in the dorms and became instant friends. We moved off-campus our second year and have decided to keep it up. We were all different majors and all were so different, but we managed to make it work.

Victoria was the outgoing one. With blonde hair and blue eyes, she is the typical southern belle. And that's appropriate because she is from Alabama. She could strike up a conversation with anyone anywhere. She was a social butterfly that always needed to be doing something. She's a drama major, if that explains anything.

Logan was studying to become a doctor, something I couldn't do. She is your typical nerdy girl. But she's nerdy in a good way. Her long, dark hair is always curled to perfection and her black plastic frame glasses look super cute on her. While she loves hanging out with us, she also likes to keep to herself a lot.

Taylor was the third roommate. She was a fiery redhead who had an opinion about everything. You didn't want to get on her bad side and you didn't want to oppose her because she'd always win. I guess that's what will make her a great lawyer.

And then there's me. Petite, 5 foot me. I had straight strawberry blonde hair with blonde highlights. My skin was always pale because I didn't tan; I burnt to a crisp. I wasn't fiery and I wasn't outgoing. I didn't like keeping to myself most of the time. I was somewhere in the middle of everyone. And I think that's why we all worked out so well; there was a balance. No one clashed. I was studying to become a physical therapist and wanted to work with a sports team. I didn't really have a preference, but I wanted to stay around here if possible. I loved the culture of New York.

But back to the present. I got off the couch after Victoria pretty much pulled me away from the pillow I had been laying on.

She ushered me to my room before trying to undress me and push me toward the shower. "I got it, I got it!" I said, frustrated. She was so impatient.

"Fine," she said. "I'm going to get ready. Be ready to leave at 8. That's an hour," she clarified as she walked out, closing my door behind her.

I got in the steaming shower and let the hot water run over me. I felt the tension in my shoulders loosen and my head clear. Victoria had been right earlier. If Finn was going to be an ass, then there was no reason for me to sit and mope; I needed to move on and be happy. I was going to do something I didn't ever do. Get crazy drunk and find a cute boy to make out with. Why not? I was single for the first time in almost three years. I was going to have some fun.

With newfound determination, I hurried and washed my hair and body in the shower and then climbed out, wrapping my blue towel around me. I quickly blew my hair dry before deciding on something to wear. I decided on a black sweater with a tight black skirt with sequins and beads on the front. I put my nude pumps by the door before doing my makeup. I wasn't a huge fan of makeup, but I put a bit more than usual on to make myself a little more confident for our outing.