There are a few things that can make you feel as if you are living in an American high school drama - teachers complaining about the height of your skirt, your twin brother being the most popular and most sought-after boy at school, hurtful rumours that make you want to curl up and cry, punching the guy who cheated on your best friend, and falling for totally hot, totally sexy night-class professor because he's simply drool worthy and those rolled 'R's are the sexiest thing on the planet.
Factor in crazy parties, Halloween costumes, fending off not-so-drunken make-out sessions, the school bad-boy, late-night snacks from McDonald's, revenge and a smart-ass dad, and the stage is set for my somewhat tragic social life.
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Living with your ex-best friend should honestly be illegal. Especially when that ex-best friend is Manu, the same guy who broke our promise, broke whatever we were, and somehow still manages to mess with my head every time he walks into the room.
He says I didn't let him explain. Maybe he's right. But what for? He already broke my trust the moment he chose a different program, acting like the promise we made meant nothing. And I'm supposed to just sit there and listen? Pretend it didn't hurt like hell?
And yeah, maybe I befriended a guy in our org. Maybe it was for "self-exploration." Maybe it was a little bit out of spite. If Manu wanted me out of his life so badly, then he shouldn't care who I talk to or what I do-right? Right.
Except he does care. I see it in every glare, every slammed door, every stupid argument we fall into at 2 a.m. Somewhere along the line, all that anger twisted into something I hate knowing is still there: want. Maybe even something deeper I'm not ready to name.
Enemies. Roommates. Something more? I don't know.
All I know is this isn't just a story about falling in love. It's about facing the person you thought you'd already lost-and realizing he might not be gone after all.