Being in love with a straight boy is a straight-up nightmare. Especially if it's been like that for years. But it's even worse when he's your best friend's brother, who has a girlfriend that's there to remind you how straight he is. That's when it b...
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You know what they say. Creating distance helps with getting over exes and crushes. It works for most people, so perhaps I could have finally succeeded in forgetting about Mason by going to college and thus moving far, far away from him, too. But I made a terrible, terrible mistake. So terrible that I kind of started to wonder if there was actually something wrong with me.
I asked Mason if he wanted to dorm with me. The fact that I was attending the same college was already—
Really, what was I fucking thinking?!
He looked at me with that stupid little frown of his that I actually liked for some stupid reason, and said, "Yeah, that's a good idea, actually. I've been thinking about moving into the dorms so I can be closer to Harry. Long distance relationships suck."
Right... Harriet, his absolutely adorable girlfriend.
I wish I was kidding. She really was adorable. I'd met her. She was honestly the sweetest human being ever and I hate to sound like a toddler throwing a tantrum, but it was so unfair. If she was a bitch, at least I'd have a reason to dislike her.
"I don't know if we can actually dorm together, though," he continued. "They usually just put you in a room with a random stranger. Someone once told me that she was paired with..."
While he went on and on about a girl that stuffed her socks with cheese in that way only Mason could go on and on about something and actually make it interesting, I breathed out in relief.
It was probably better if we didn't get paired... I wished I could be closer to him, but no, as much as I wanted it, that couldn't happen. Sleeping in the same room as Mason really didn't sound like a good idea. I'd slept over at his place, where Jackson always dumped me on the couch—the great friend that he is—and he would come down with a ridiculously cute bedhead and I'd scream internally and resist the urge to stare like a starstruck admirer, but that wasn't too bad. It didn't happen often enough that it was a problem, and I could conjure up the image and fangirl later. Being in the same place 24/7 would be catastrophic.
"Okay, we'll just see who we get paired with then," I said.
"Who knows?" He gave me a smile that made my heart stop and I gulped. "We might get lucky."
I really hoped we didn't.
Tessa literally slapped me when I told her. She slapped my arm so hard that the skin turned bright red, then put her hands in her sides and screeched, "Are you insane?!"
"Honestly, I'm pretty convinced that I am."
She slapped me again.
"Ow, stop doing that!"
"Sorry, it's just— What the hell, Kenny? When I told you to get a dorm room I meant getting away from him, not inviting him along! This isn't going to help you get over him!"
