Me:
Don’t call her a bitch. And yes. Her. Mila.
Jessica:
Jesus fuck. Are you gonna be okay?
Me:
I always am, sweetcheeks.
Maybe she and I need this? It might be hell but…
Jessica:
Yeah. Maybe. I don’t fucking like it, but you’re a big girl.
Me:
You know who your roommate is yet?
Jessica:
Nah, not yet. Her stuff is here, but she was MIA when I got here. I’m sure I’ll meet her later. I’m not too worried about it.
Me:
Maybe you’ll have better luck than me.
You done unpacking yet?
Jessica:
No, but I hate unpacking. I’ll probably unpack as I need shit, tbh. I don’t have much here with me anyway. You hungry?
I sat up and jumped off my bed before walking over to my closet and grabbing my boots, shoving my feet into them. Then, I slung my hair up into a messy bun on the top of my head. I needed a distraction, and dinner with Jessica would be perfect. Besides, I was damn good at eating my feelings, and I had a lot of feelings to eat.
Me:
Always hungry. Meet you at Starbucks in ten?
Jessica:
Coffee then food. Works for me. See you in ten.
After getting food with Jessica and then hitting up a bowling alley about a mile from campus, I headed back to my dorm room, almost dreading it. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to face Mila yet. But it didn’t matter. The room was shrouded in darkness, and Mila was a lump beneath her blankets. My heart skipped a beat in my chest at the sight of her, my stomach dipping. She looked so perfect, her pink hair barely visible above her blankets. She’d always been one to cocoon herself in her bedding, and I’d always found it adorable.
Hell, I still did. Couldn’t help it. Mila was fucking everything.
Brittany would never be able to love her and care for her like I knew I could. Like I always had.
“Mila?” I whispered, checking to see if she was actually asleep or just pretending. But her blankets continued to slowly rise and fall, and she didn’t budge. Tip-toeing over to her bed, I leaned over her, my hand braced on the wall so I could just stare. Drink her in. Commit her as she was now to my memory.
Reaching out, I gently pushed her pink hair out of her face, revealing her bow-shaped lips and cute button nose. God, she was so beautiful. So damn breathtaking. She would forever own me, even if she didn’t realize it.
Hell, she may never know it if I didn’t figure out what went wrong and why she hated me so much. Why she’d turned her back on me.
“I love you,” I said softly.