Why Do I Always Fall for the Bad Boys?

Chapter 27

Chapter 27

Tammy’s POV

2 years later…

Shakespeare. Shakespeare. Shakespeare.

Exam week just ended today and all I could think of was that one test question I left unanswered. The answer was Shakespeare, goddamnit! I dwelled on that problem as I walked through the halls of the university. Why am I making a big deal out of this? Because studying for college in Stanford University could only mean that I should be maintaining the best grades.

“Hey, Michelle,” Marisol – one of the few friends I made on my first day here – greeted me, using my second name because she thought that both of us sharing the same first letter of our names would be cool so we’d be known as M&M’s. Like the chocolate.

“Hey, Mari,” I greeted back, using the nickname I got her. “What’s up?”

“Have you heard of the frat party the Betas are hosting tonight?” she squealed excitedly. “We should totally go!”

“No, I’m not really in the mood to party. I’m really tired too and –”

“Pleaaaaaaaaase!” she begged, giving me the best puppy dog eyes she could muster, making it hard for me to say no.

I rolled my eyes at her immaturity and sighed, “Fine.”

“Yay!” she cheered, her face beaming with happiness. It’s really scary how Marisol reminded me of Zoey so much. Their resemblance was crazy and the only difference was of their hair colour, Zoey was a blonde and Marisol was a brunette, like me.

Zoey went to a community college with her current boyfriend, Tommy. How they became a couple all of a sudden was still a mystery to me. Danny and I were still together too. But we only see each other often now that he goes to a different university – UCLA.

I’ve been missing everyone that made my high school experience memorable. And by everyone, I really meant everyone – including Blake. I could still remember the last time I spoke to him in that room two years ago, saying those dreadful words after hearing him confess his feelings for me. At least I stood my ground, made a point and protected my heart that time.

I decided to part ways with Marisol so we could both get ready for the party later. That was only an excuse to give me more time to lie on my bed for a while, though… But she didn’t need to know that. She was ecstatic to hear that I was coming with her since I repetitively declined her offer. In all honesty, I was never really in a mood to mingle with drunken, wild-dancing, and horny people at the party but some unexplainable part of my conscience told me to go instead. The first reason was simple; it was hard to say no to Marisol’s big, chocolate brown, puppy dog eyes. Second, well, okay, there isn’t any.  I haven’t thought of anything at the moment.

Walking from campus to my dorm room, my unconscious mind decided to replay snippets of the past I badly wanted to forget. Getting flashbacks from the past gave me the longing feeling of missing it so much that sometimes; it makes me want to go back to the good old days before problems and complications roused. I was on the verge of recalling my undeniably bad break-ups, my happy memories with Blake, the sad ones and everything in between when my phone started ringing.

I picked it up on the third ring without checking the caller ID, “Hello?”

“Hey, T,” Danny greeted on the other line, sounding oddly happy.

“Well, hi there, busy guy,” I teased. “What’s up?”

“Nothing, really. I just wanted to hear your voice. When are you coming here for a visit, anyway?”