You Series

I woke to the loud shrill of my alarm clock. With a groan, I sat up on my bed and stretched, wondering if I’d made the right choice in moving from LA to New York.

Today was my first day of college, and I was freaking out about having to talk to people.

I was the textbook definition of “introvert.” I always tried to be invisible, stay quiet, and blend in with the shadows. Especially after what had happened last year.

Without Emma, my best and only friend, I wouldn’t have survived high school. I was grateful to still have her as my roommate here, but we were going to different schools. College was going to be tough without her.

Pushing back all the negative thoughts, I made my way to the bathroom and took a hot shower to calm my nerves. I got dressed quickly in a pair of skinny jeans and a black top, combed my long, chestnut-brown hair, and pulled it into a high ponytail.

With a little bit of mascara and lip balm, I was ready to go. I walked downstairs to find Emma making breakfast.

I was blessed to have a best friend who could cook like a pro. It smelled delicious. As I entered the kitchen, my stomach growled at the aroma of fresh coffee and warm pancakes.

“Good morning, Ash!” She squealed in excitement when she noticed me, placing the last pancake on a large plate along with the others.

“I wish I had your energy,” I whined as I took a seat at the kitchen table. Emma put a plate in front of me, and I took the opportunity to admire her model-perfect figure.

Emma was roughly five feet seven inches, with a small waist that flared out to killer thighs and a nice butt. She had a heart-shaped face with porcelain skin, green eyes, and straight blonde hair.

Emma wanted to become a lawyer. She was going to Columbia, and she would find out at the end of the semester whether they’d accepted her into an accelerated pre-law program.

Not only was she crazy hot, but she was also crazy smart. And crazy generous, considering how kind she’d been to me.

Emma’s grandmother had passed away a few months back, so Emma and I were staying in her old townhouse way uptown. It was roughly halfway between Columbia and my school, a liberal arts college called Faraday.

We had a great deal on the rent. Emma had said I didn’t have to pay rent at all, since she knew money was tight for me. But it didn’t feel right to mooch off her like that. I insisted on paying every month, and she knew better than to argue with me.

“Eat up, or we’re gonna be late for your first day. God! I feel like a proud momma dropping off her kid at school,” Emma teased.

“Stop it, Emma!” I glared at her. She paid no mind, just laughed. She was right, though; we needed to hurry. We shoveled down our pancakes and headed out to her car.

Another way Emma was taking care of me: playing personal chauffeur, since I was a little too scared to figure out the bus system yet.

“I don’t know, Em. I get that college is going to be fun for you. You’re gorgeous and smart and friendly. But for me…maybe I’m not ready yet.” I spoke quietly, but I noticed her pouting from the corner of my eye.

“Listen,” she said. “Alex fucked up high school for you. Don’t let him fuck up college too. You’re across the country from him now. Take the opportunity for a fresh start! Go to a few parties, kiss a few boys!”

I sighed. “I’ll try.” Before I knew it, we’d reached the campus. After a mini internal pep talk, I was ready to get this first day over with.

“Go make momma proud, girl!” Emma shouted with her head outside the window of the driver’s side. I facepalmed as I felt my cheeks burning up.

The campus was huge, and everyone was busy chatting or running around trying to get to their classes on time. I had fifteen minutes before orientation and decided to walk around some of the outdoor paths and explore.

Maybe college really hadn’t been such a bad idea. Faraday had a lot of beautiful architecture, featuring cream-colored stone buildings topped with turrets.

It felt like going to school at Hogwarts. I felt some of my anxieties fading into the background as I gawked.

Then, with my eyes glued to an honest-to-God castle in the distance, I forgot to look where I was going and bumped straight into a human wall.

He was by far the most attractive man I had ever laid eyes on.

The worst thing was, he didn’t even look at me. He just grimaced, straightened his backpack, and rushed past me like I didn’t exist. I felt a little bad, and then I got pissed at myself for feeling that way. It wasn’t like he owed me anything.

I shook myself out of my trance and headed to my orientation, arriving right on time.

Inside, everyone was chatting like they knew each other already. I began to feel nervous. Why had I spent my time roaming around the campus instead of making a beeline here and finding a seat before everyone else came?

I made my way to the corner of the room and sank into a chair. All the other students were talking amongst themselves and going through the course material. I ran my hands through my hair in frustration. I was already such a weird loner.

“Hey, are you all right?” I heard a voice asking next to me. Great, I must look like I was gonna pass out. I hesitantly turned and found a short, wavy-haired guy with skinny-framed glasses looking at me with concern.

“I’m fine—just nervous.” I gave him a tentative smile.

“I get it; I’m nervous too. I’m Chad,” he introduced himself with a lopsided grin, extending his hand.

“I’m Ashley.” I shook his hand and relaxed at the prospect of making a new friend.

Orientation was a little less scary than I’d expected with Chad next to me, making little comments every once in a while about the dean’s silly outfit.

He wore a light-blue, button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, paired with dark, stonewashed jeans. His hair was tousled in a careless manner that made him look hot as hell. He had a perfect jawline and day-old stubble.

I wondered how it would feel to run my hands over that jawline.

I caught myself staring and peeled my eyes from him. What was wrong with me? I was acting like a preteen girl, staring at some guy I didn’t even know.

Besides, no way was I ready to have a crush on anybody yet. No matter what Emma said, I was still too raw after everything that had happened with Alex.

Maybe I could handle making a friend or two, but boys were off-limits until I could stop hearing Alex’s voice in my head calling me a slut for even looking at anyone else.

The next day was pretty much the same. I wore a yellow crop top, black jeans, and comfortable shoes since I had to walk the twenty blocks to campus. Emma needed the car to get to her own classes, and I still wasn’t ready to brave the bus.

“This isn’t high school anymore, Ms. Albright,” he boomed. “If you can’t do the reading, then you don’t belong here.”

It was only second period, and I was already pissed and ready for this day to end.

Finally, when the class was over, I rushed out only to bump into someone again. My books went flying all over the hallway floor.

“For fuck’s sake. Can’t anyone watch where they’re going? Asshole,” I mumbled, and then I started picking up my stuff from the ground without bothering to look up at whoever I’d hit.

“Well, that’s pretty harsh considering you bumped into me. You should watch where you’re going next time,” he replied cockily. The nerve! I looked up to see who it was and my jaw dropped.

It was Mr. Brown Eyes, looking somehow even hotter than yesterday. Holy fuck! What was it with me and bumping into this guy? It was almost like fate or something. Except for the part where I just cursed him out.

I mumbled a sorry, quickly collected my things, and started to hurry away.

“Wait,” he called, making me stop in my tracks. “I bumped into you yesterday, right?”

“Yes, you did,” I said in a stern tone with a matching straight face.

“Then I guess we’re even. Also, I didn’t have a chance to say sorry yesterday; I was in a hurry to get to my class. I’m sorry.” He seemed sincere and flashed me a bright smile that showcased his straight, white teeth.

“I said I’m sorry,” he repeated, the friendly smile turning into a smirk.

“It’s fine. I should get going,” I rushed out. I needed to escape before I could humiliate myself further.

“I’m Jake.” He reached out his hand to stop me from leaving and offered a handshake.

“Uhh…I’m Ashley. You can call me Ash or Ashley; I don’t mind,” I babbled out as I shook his hand.

He smiled, and I swear I saw a dimple. Seriously, who was this hot guy and why was he still talking to me?