|| Second Book! Can not be read as a stand-alone || Read The Secrets Of Finnley first!
"Be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire."
After getting in a lot of trouble, Cristian tried to pick up his carefree life again. He focusses on...
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- Friday, September 1st -
"Maybe your dad was right, calling you a girl." Nathan peeks his head around my bedroom door, where I'm standing, contemplating on what to wear to my first college party.
"Hey, I still hit like a guy. I just don't want to make a fool of myself."
"You know, one of the advantages of college is the fact people care less about what you wear, and more about who you are as a person. It's not all "see and being seen" anymore."
"Yeah, well..." I mutter, grabbing a flannel shirt, which I grew to like a lot over the past year, even though it was initially Stan that put them in my wardrobe anyway.
"Oh, planning on hitting on Stan again?" Nathan snatches the flannel away, moving on to my closet, retrieving one of the sweaters I recently bought. "Wear this. It's not too warm for inside, neither too cold for outside."
"Good thinking." I grin, trading my black shirt for a white, before pulling on the sweater he handed me. "You know how to get there?"
"Yeah, been there a couple of times last year."
Nathan actually told me to come with him, since it's a party you just have to be. It's the big intro party in the biggest club in the city, welcoming all new students and welcoming the old students back after summer.
"Cool, we ride by bike?"
"Nah, well go by tram, grabbing a cab back." He shrugs, grabbing his wallet and phone. "But we need to go. It's running late and I don't want to be too late. Full is full."
"Well, let's go then." I grab my stuff, following him outside, locking the door and putting the keys in my pocket, before we head over to the tram stop two streets away from our home.
"Stan is telling us to hurry." Nathan waves his phone. "He needs you to be his wingman."
"Really?" I laugh out a little. "He's asking me to be his wingman?"
"Well, it is your friend and he's avoiding Stan like the plague if you're not there."
"I keep telling him it won't work."
"He's stubborn. There's a reason you like him a lot. You're much alike."
"Oh, shut up, Nate," I grumble, retrieving my OV card, running when I see the tram coming, Nathen following close behind me. "I'm not stubborn." I continue our conversation inside the tram.
"Just a little bit, honestly." Nathan grins.
We talk about random stuff for the rest of the ten-minute ride, walking another five before we are in line in front of the club.
"You're here!" Stan joins us in line, ignoring the protest of the group that got in line behind us. "Can you please help me?"
"He's not interested, Stan." I chuckle. "He's straight as a pole, I keep telling you."
