Just My Type

Prologue

"No I'm not even thinking about it. It doesn't matter, I won't even see him." The plastic tub full of clothes I had balancing on my knee almost slipped as I opened the trunk of my new... well new to me... car. Melody scoffed on the other side of the phone, and I rolled my eyes. As if she could see me. She was half way across the state by now, moved in and comfy in her dorm room.

"You are completely unbelievable." I could almost imagine her in my head laying on her twin sized bed, hugging a pillow. I missed my best friends more than anything. "Peni, do you really need all this stuff?" Sarah practically chunked my box of breakables into the trunk and I flinched. "Yes, Sarah. Please be more careful with those." Mike was the next to come out of the house, carrying a box of his own.
"Melody, I can't think about it. If I think about it, that means that I'll run into him because, you know... karma and stuff."

Laughter spilled through the phone and I pulled it away from my ear, "Karma you say? I don't think that's how that works. Please, I am so incredibly bored you have no idea. Just tell me what you're thinking." I had a feeling it would not be let go. I was practically stomping back to my room like an angry little kid.
"I'm thinking that I was over him, am over him, and will be over him for the rest of my days. That won't change, no matter what. I doubt I'll ever see him any way! It's a huge school! It doesn't matter. Now goodbye Melody, I love you. Mwah."

Not letting her protest, I hung up the phone and shoved it in my pocket. "Is she still going on about..." My mother trailed off and picked up another box. "Don't worry about him PeniPie. You're too good for him anyway." That's the first thing she said when she heard about the break up. And she hadn't stopped saying it since. Support was never really my mom's forte, but she always tried.

"Too good? Mom, Adam was like the best. I don't get why you let him go and break up with you." I glared at my sister as she meandered her way in my room, shouting his stupid name at the top of her stupid lungs. Or at least it felt like that. "Sarah, be quiet. Leave your sister alone." She didn't quite get the whole relationship thing yet, and I wish she would just shut up about it.

I was already mad enough for letting myself go a whole summer without getting over him. It was absolutely pathetic, and my sister's constant prying about the situation didn't help one bit. I noticed Mike attempting to stay far away from the conversation. I didn't blame him at all. I wanted the conversation to be over myself.

Honestly, I was quite excited to move in with my new roommate. We met at a Meet and Greet at the University over the summer, and we kind of clicked. Her name is Kendra. She reminded me a lot of Melody, both of them were just like fireworks. But she wasn't Melody and she never would be. She had a few tattoos, which was cool. I pictured myself going to a tattoo shop and cringed. Too many needles. That would not be for me.

Kendra was a Junior who lived in an apartment right off campus. It was a little blessing that my college didn't require freshmen to live in a dorm room. Not that a tiny apartment on the 3rd floor of a building that allowed smoking and dogs was much of an upgrade. (You can only imagine the smell) The privacy was the real kicker for the apartment, and Kendra was really a nice girl.

"Are you sure you've got absolutely everything you need? I am still willing to follow you up there so I can help move in. I'm sure Mike and Sarah wouldn't mind coming either, we can make a trip out of it." My mother wiped tears from her eyes with the back of her hand and sniffles as I slammed the trunk of the car shut.

The drive was just over two hours, and I knew that if my mom came with me it would just result in more tears and her threatening to buy a house close by. "No mom, really I'll be fine I promise. I will call the minute I get there, I love you." I hugged her tightly, holding on as long as I could. I really didn't want to cry, but I could feel my throat burning.

I quickly hugged Mike and Sarah, giving them all a goodbye. Finally I waved, and started my car. That's when the tears fell, and they didn't stop for most of the ride. I tried calling Blake, who wouldn't answer, and I refused to call Melody back. She would only want to talk about the one thing that would make my mood worse. Or I guess the one person.

Just the thought of him made my stomach churn. "High School is over Peni. It's time to grow up and move on." Talking to myself seemed to make things better occasionally, so it was worth a try. It was better than nothing. I turned the radio up a bit louder and rolled down my window, noise helps too.