"Sure. Have a great morning."
She smiles at me and I wonder why I was so scared to come out and meet my new roommates.
I'd wanted Mom to organize an apartment for me so that I could be alone, but—probably wisely—she refused. She knew that I'd use it to hide in and the point of me restarting college is to try to put everything behind me and start fresh.
After swiping an apple from the bowl in the middle of the table, I hug my books tighter to my chest and head out, ready to embark on my new life.
The morning sun burns my eyes and the scent of freshly cut grass fills my nose as I step out of our building. The summer heat hits my skin, and it makes everything feel that little bit better.
So what if I'm starting over. I managed to transfer the credits I earned from Columbia, and MKU is a good school. I'll still get a good degree and be able to make something of my life.
Things could be worse.
It could be this time last year…
I shake the thought from my head and force my feet to keep moving.
I pass students meeting up with their friends for the start of the new semester as they excitedly tell them all about their summers and the incredible things they did, or they compare schedules.
My lungs grow tight as I drag in the air I need. I think of the friends I left behind in Columbia. We didn't have all that much time together, but we'd bonded before my life imploded on me.
Glancing around, I find myself searching for familiar faces. I know there are plenty of people here who know me. A couple of my closest friends came here after high school.
Mom tried to convince me to reach out over the summer, but my anxiety kept me from doing so. I don't want anyone to look at me like I'm a failure. That I got into one of the best schools in the country, fucked it up and ended up crawling back to Rosewood. I'm not sure what's worse, them assuming I couldn't cope or the truth.
Focusing on where I'm going, I put my head down and ignore the excited chatter around me as I head for the coffee shop, desperately in need of my daily fix before I even consider walking into a lecture.
I find the Westerfield Building where my first class of the day is and thank the girl who holds the heavy door open for me before following her toward the elevator.
"Holy fucking shit," a voice booms as I turn the corner, following the signs to the room on my schedule.
Before I know what's happening, my coffee is falling from my hand and my feet are leaving the floor.
"What the—" The second I get a look at the guy standing behind the one who has me in his arms, I know exactly who I've just walked into.
Forgetting about the coffee that's now a puddle on the floor, I release my books and wrap my arms around my old friend.
His familiar woodsy scent flows through me, and suddenly, I feel like me again. Like the past two years haven't existed.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Luca asks, a huge smile on his face when he pulls back and studies me.
His brows draw together when he runs his eyes down my body, and I know why. I've been working on it over the summer, but I know I'm still way skinnier than I ever have been in my life.
"I transferred," I admit, forcing the words out past the lump in my throat.
His smile widens more before he pulls me into his body again.
"It's so good to see you."
I relax into his hold, squeezing him tight, absorbing his strength. And that's one thing that Luca Dunn has in spades. He's a rock, always has been and I didn't realize how much I needed that right now.
Mom was right. I should have reached out.
"You too," I whisper honestly, trying to keep the tears at bay that are threatening just from seeing him—them.
"Hey, it's good to see you," Leon says, slightly more subdued than his twin brother as he hands me my discarded books.
"Thank you."