Fragmented

Starting fresh?

"Don't take anything personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others do and say is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you're immune to the opinion of others,  you won't be the victim of needless sufferings."

-Don Niguel Ruiz

Veronica's POV:-

I was royally screwed.

Mason is Jack's grandson and I pissed him off.

I

Pissed

Him

Off!!!

In my defense he was being a dick. I hate guys like him. All they think about is how good they look. How many girls they score and stupid football. And hey I'm allowed to have a breakdown by thinking that I pissed off the grandson of a man who got me settled here like a princess.

Yes I know Eric and Aaron are no different and they were probably my best friends. No matter how much I hate Aaron  now, I can never forget how he was the only person to see past all my fake smiles. And Eric just bothered me until I gave up hating him. Guys who are asshole do make great friends. Wrong thought direction!

I cannot think about him anymore! What of all that I have put myself through to just be here. I will do what I am here for.

Anyway, right now I don't know what I'll do.

Either it was just me or it's getting super cold. How would I possibly wait for the bus or walk back.

I was cold, tired and nauseous all the time lately and it was getting on my very last nerves. Though at the moment I had more pressing matters.

Like what if this building of a guy known as Mason (yes he is muscly and no I will keep myself from calling him cute because he is an ass) convinces Jack to throw me out of his cabin and not help me.

I might sleep here in the library. Yes me Veronica Alexandra Hunter, daughter of  Charles Hunter and the only heir to the Alexander enterprises would be homeless. First day trying to live a normal life and I was two seconds away from having a mental breakdown in a freaking occult studies class. Who teaches that? It's not like I'll become a sociopath trying to raise monsters this Halloween. Supernatural taught me that Samhain the demon tried to raise monsters that night and so it's called Halloween. I know it's probably crap but yeah I was rambling about it in my head. 

I wanted to curl into a ball and cry but I was in class. My life sucks not that it was great before minus the lip lock and sex with Aaron.

I never thought about it. Oh and I washed the sheets when I went to Eric's house before coming here. It was the most amazing night of my life even though I can't remember half of it but I do remember the night I left it. It was practically breakup sex that has probably screwed me since I came here. Words can never describe how much I want to go back but Aaron and my father didn't leave anything for me to return to.

I had two more lectures and they all passed in a blur bringing a time that I dreaded most. One I had with Ella where she filled me in all about Mason. Jack is Mason's maternal grandfather. Jack's daughter is a single mother. Mason is known around here because his family run's the Inn or the unofficial Dorms as people call it here.

The hotel basically is like home to those who hate living
in dorms because of the restrictions though that does not mean Jack's hotel turns into a weed pot at night and dead during day.

In other words its just like home.

A lot of people live in that Inn during the semester and Mason is sort of an eye catcher for girls throwing themselves at guys.