  &quot;Fia, we're going to be on such a tight schedule. Is there no way you can come home earlier for the dress fitting?&quot;
      I was so swamped with studying, the last thing I was in the mood for right now was a conversation with my mother. However, if I had declined her call like I wanted to, she would have only found more reasons to bash on me.
      My mother had a way of finding a problem with just about every single thing I did. Or didn't do.
      I sighed and ran a hand down my face, my body feeling exhausted and worn out. &quot;Mom, I'm going to be home for weeks. I can't just come back before the break starts. I have classes and exams are coming up.&quot;
      My mother sighed dramatically through the phone. &quot;Fia, this is about your sister. You're being so selfish. It's her big day and you can't make any compromises.&quot;
      My jaw fell, the urge to ram my head 

  It was safe to say that over the last few weeks Wes and I had become good friends. I would even consider calling him one of my best friends.
      Nate and I were still stuck in the same spot. Some days he would be normal, greet me with a kiss and spend some time with me while we studied together or just hung out. Most days though, he was distant and a little mean. Every time I would try to have a serious conversation with him, he would dismiss me or get annoyed.
      &quot;I can no longer do this!&quot; I groaned loudly, slamming my textbook shut and sliding it across the floor.
      &quot;Woah,&quot; Chris mused, staring at me with wide eyes that looked slightly frightened. &quot;That's the first time I think I've seen you bail on studying.&quot;
      I gave him a flat look. &quot;It's been hours, my brain can not handle any more studying for tonight.&quot;
      &quot;That is exa

  I woke up the next morning to a few texts.
      Wessie Boy: Did u get back okay? Why couldn't u have waited for me?
      Wessie Boy: How did u get back? I was going to drive u
      Wessie Boy: For the record, u could have made it so much easier instead of turning yourself into a lesbian
      Wessie Boy: Actually, that's kinda hot to imagine
      Wessie Boy: Helloooooo let me know if u got home safe!!
      I laughed as I read through his messages. His concern made me feel warm and fuzzy. At least someone was showing their concern for me.
      Even if it wasn't my boyfriend.
      Maybe I was still a little bitter.
      I decided to call Wes, figuring he'd be up by now considering it was almost noon.
      &quot;Hello,&quot; his hoarse voice spoke through the phone, letting me know he was actually sleeping. His voice was deeper, more raspy, and definitely a whole lot hotter.
      &quot;Morning sunshine,&quot; I grinned. &quot;Looks like someone had a late night.&quot;
      Wes's deep laugh echoed through the phone. &quot;Looks like you have good taste after-all.&quot;
      I chuckled, biting down on my lip as I fought away the pride I felt. I was quite proud of myself for finding Wes a girl he wasn't complaining about. &quot;And you had doubts in me? I'm offended.&quot;
      Wes laughed again. &quot;Of course I didn't. I'll always trust your judgment.&quot; He paused for a moment. &quot;You could have let me know you got home safe, Fia. I was worried.&quot;
      My heart swelled. I stuck out my bottom lip in awe, &quot;I'm flattered, Weston. I passed out as soon as I got to the dorms.&quot;
      I could hear some shuffling before his voice sounded again, &quot;You really went all out last night. I wasn't expecting that much of a faux character to be made.&quot;
      &quot;I figured I would show you how dedicated I am,&quot; I joked. &quot;How did it go with Rosie anyways? Seems like you liked her.&quot;
      Wes hesitated for a moment. &quot;It was okay.&quot;
      &quot;Just okay?&quot; My eyebrows pulled together. I expected that he would be a little more enthusiastic. But from the way he was sounding, I was a little disappointed.
      &quot;She was nice. I did like her but...&quot;
      &quot;But what?&quot; I heaved out a heavy sigh.
      Wes let out a grumbly noise. &quot;I don't know. There was no... spark. She was so shy she would hardly speak to me.&quot;
      I rolled my eyes. This boy and his lack of patience was astounding. &quot;You need to have more endurance, pretty boy. You can't expect someone to open up to you on your first meeting.&quot;
      &quot;I don't know,&quot; he mumbled softly, exhaling a short breath. &quot;I guess I'm looking for a bigger wow factor. Someone I click with instantly, you know?&quot;
      I pursed my lips for a moment. &quot;I understand that. Are you still going to give her a chance?&quot;
      Wes paused again. &quot;I don't know, probably not. She was honestly really boring.&quot;
      &quot;That's a bummer,&quot; I sighed. But it was almost expected. I didn't think he would roll over so easily. &quot;But hey, we can alw-&quot;
      I got cut off when another call started coming through. I took my phone away from my ear to see an old picture of Nate and I all cuddled up pop up on my phone screen.
      My eyebrows pulled together, wondering what the hell he could want from me now? I sighed as I brought the phone back to my ear, knowing I had to figure out this mess with Nate sooner rather than later. &quot;Hey Wes, can I talk you later?&quot;
      He spoke instantly. &quot;Of course, is that even a question? Is everything okay though?&quot; I could hear a hint of concern in his voice.
      I forced a laugh, &quot;All good.&quot;
      After saying goodbye and hanging up, I called Nate back quickly. I didn't want him to blame me for his lack of communication.
      &quot;Hello?&quot;
      &quot;Hey,&quot; Nate exhaled, his voice soft. &quot;How are you?&quot;
      &quot;I'm fine,&quot; I murmured, not sure where the sudden concern in his tone was coming from considering he seemed like he could care less last night.
      &quot;How was your morning class?&quot;
      Hell. I had forgotten that I used that excuse to leave the party last night.
      I forced a smile though he couldn't see me. &quot;It was tiring. Like normal. What are you up to today?&quot;
      Was there any point explaining I just wanted to leave the party so I used that as an excuse? It's not like he would try to understand me.
      Nate paused momentarily. &quot;I'm not sure. The boys and I might head out to watch a movie or play pool at the pub.&quot;
      I nodded my head slowly, feeling my chest grow heavy. How was I supposed to react? He seemed against making plans with me. He couldn't give me half an hour of his day to see me, even for a single cup of coffee. Yet he had enough time to hang out with the boys, who he spent literally every single day with.
      &quot;That's good,&quot; I spoke dully. &quot;I hope you have a good time, Nate.&quot; I made the annoyance in my tone obvious, hoping he would say something more.
      Was asking for him to show a little care about me too much?
      &quot;Right,&quot; Nate spoke curtly, not seeming like he wanted to drag this conversation on any longer. Why did he call me in the first place? &quot;Well, I will talk to later, yeah?&quot;
      &quot;Sure you will,&quot; I muttered with a sarcastic smile on my face as I drilled holes into the ceiling with my bitter gaze. &quot;Bye?&quot;
      Nate mumbled a quiet goodbye and hung up the phone.
      I groaned loudly, the frustration seeping through my skin as I slammed my phone down on the mattress I was laying on.
      &quot;Woah,&quot; Michelle mused with her eyebrows pulled together in confusion. She walked out of the bathroom, towel drying her wet hair as she looked at me with concern. &quot;Trouble in paradise? Seems like I walked in on a bad time.&quot;
      I rolled my eyes as I hugged a pillow to my chest, a frown engraved on my face. &quot;When is it not a bad time with Nate lately?&quot;
      Michelle pursed her lips, pausing as she debated her next words. &quot;You could always break up with him, you know?&quot;
      &quot;I know,&quot; I grumbled. &quot;I just don't want to bail on a three year long relationship so easily. It feels wrong to give up. I feel like there's more I could do but I'm a loss for what.&quot;
      Michelle sat down on the edge of her bed, thinking. &quot;Using the history you have together as an excuse to stay in a relationship also doesn't seem right, Fia.&quot;
      I sighed, running a hand down my face. I laid flat on my back, staring at the ceiling in thought. &quot;You're right but I... I can't just walk away, Michelle. I still care deeply about him.&quot;
      Michelle gave me a sad look, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. &quot;I know it's hard but you have to know your worth, Fia. Nate doesn't deserve you.&quot;
      I groaned, swinging my legs over my bed and hopping up. &quot;Whatever, no more thinking about this right now.&quot; I had spent too much time letting all of this relationship drama dull me down.
      Michelle quirked an eyebrow, a smirk forming on her face. &quot;That's my girl. What's the plan?&quot;
      I turned to look at her, shrugging lightly. &quot;Want to go grab some coffee from the cafe?&quot;
      &quot;Hell yes,&quot; she exhaled as she bounced up to her feet. &quot;Never say no to coffee.&quot;

&quot;Fia, we're going to be on such a tight schedule. Is there no way you can come home earlier for the dress fitting?&quot;
      I was so swamped with studying, the last thing I was in the mood for right now was a conversation with my mother. However, if I had declined her call like I wanted to, she would have only found more reasons to bash on me.
      My mother had a way of finding a problem with just about every single thing I did. Or didn't do.
      I sighed and ran a hand down my face, my body feeling exhausted and worn out. &quot;Mom, I'm going to be home for weeks. I can't just come back before the break starts. I have classes and exams are coming up.&quot;
      My mother sighed dramatically through the phone. &quot;Fia, this is about your sister. You're being so selfish. It's her big day and you can't make any compromises.&quot;
      My jaw fell, the urge to ram my head into the table very tempting. I tried to keep a calm and quiet voice since I was sitting in the c

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