"So your parents, I'm guessing they've dealt with parties a lot?" Michael asked as we walked through the hallway together.

"Yeah. I mean it's been a long while, but you weren't here for any of the stuff that happened a few years ago so I won't bore you on the details." I shrugged as we approached our lockers.

Although it was college, if you weren't an on campus student you had the liberty of owning one of the few lockers in the campus. Ours were only a few away from each other, and happened to be in the same building. The campus was pretty small, me not choosing to go to a giant college due to how self-centered Nash got when he went to one, and the way Teddy was in his.

Smaller is just better for me.

Where your locker was depended on your major. If you were studying general studies, they'd put you wherever most of your classes would be. My major is English, me wanting to be an English teacher so obviously mine is in the English building where all of the classes are since that's where I spend most of my time.

After talking to Michael a few nights ago, I easily found out that his major is Elementary Education, therefore they put him in the English department too.

I don't know, our school is weird, but it's better than the way Teddy's was.

"Well, I don't have time right now sadly because I gotta fly all the way to science, but you can definitely take my time to tell me later?" Mikey suggested, and I looked over at him with a curious eye as I shut my locker.

My last class for today was a writing class. Yay.

"Are you asking me to hangout? Again?" I raised an eyebrow, and Mikey grew a smirk.

"Maybe. Maybe not." He bit his lip, and I couldn't help but just stare at it.

How did he manage to do this?

"I think I'll have to take you up on that offer, Richards." I smirked, calling him by his last name.

"Good. I'll pick you up tonight, at seven thirty." He winked, before stalking off.

I watched as he walked, biting my lip as I studied the way he ignored anyone that tried to speak with him due to him needing to rush to class.

Speaking of which, I better get to mine because I'm not paying all of this money for nothing.

I quickly rushed to my class, which was luckily in the same building as my locker unlike Michael's class. I made a minute before it was scheduled to start, and took my regular seat in the front of the class.

It felt nice making an actual friend here, considering the few I made barely contact me outside of homework and such. After Nat and I drifted, Nash and I stopped talking, and Teddy left me I was left with nobody, and it made me really lonely.

Almost all of my time was taken up by being alone, if it wasn't spent with family. Yeah, I work, but not all the time. Especially now that I'm in school. Work and school take up a lot of my time, but other than that I just babysit Stella and spend time alone.

It's really lonely not having someone my age or close to my age around.

The class didn't seem to drag on too long as I expected it too. Although I wouldn't admit it out loud to anyone, I was super excited to hangout with Michael tonight. We hung out two days ago, Tuesday night.

It was now Thursday night and we're hanging out yet again, and tomorrow he's having dinner with my family. Time moves by so fast when you actually have someone to hangout with.

The moment I sat into my car and hooked my phone up to the aux, I was getting an incoming call from Teddy. We met up again yesterday, and although he was very eager to talk about his situation with Pete the other day he'd failed to talk about it, so I didn't bother to ask.

"Hello?" I asked, putting the car back into park.

"Ky, hey! What are you doing?" He asked.

"Just got out of my last class for the day. Gonna go hangout with my family until seven thirty. Why?" I answered his question with another one.

"What's at seven thirty?" He questioned.

"What's with all the questions?"

"Just curious about your life's all." Was all he replied with.

I let out a slightly irritated sigh. "Well, if you must know, I'm hanging out with Michael again."

"Again? How many times are you guys going to hang?" He asked, jealousy evident in his voice.

"Well, he's the only person at college that actually makes an effort to talk to me, and he's my friend. So a lot." I retorted. "Why do you care anyway?"

"You know exactly why I care, Kiya." He replied in a slightly monotone voice.

I scoffed. "Teddy, you and I are not a thing anymore. You have to remember that."

"Yeah, yeah I know. It just hurts, okay?"

"And I get that. It hurt me seeing you with Brooke before I realized I even had feelings for you. But you were happy so I didn't interfere." I replied.

"But I wasn't happy. Not until I was with you." He whined slightly.

"Teddy, you and I were BARELY together. We had a fling, I was a helpless teenage girl who was lonely and wanted love. I loved you. A lot. You were my everything. But it was all too soon. We moved too fast, and I did it right after everything that happened with Nash. We've talked about this. We need time. Besides, me hanging out with Michael isn't like I'm doing it to hurt you on purpose." I explained.

"Why are you hanging out with him?" He asked.

"I LIKE HIM. As a friend, might I add. Since I've made up with you I've hung out with you more than I've even hung out with him. Natalie and I are still in the process of making up and mending what was broken, kind of the same way you and I are. Mikey's a new friend, someone who I can vent to," I said.

"You can vent to me," Teddy says, a hint of desperation in his voice.

"I understand that. But it's going to take a lot more than just your words to be able to trust you on this. Like I said, I need time. I'm not going to sit here and have you hurt and chastise me every time I want to hangout with a new friend or even make new friends in the first place. I'm not the same seventeen year old little girl I was then. I'm growing up, I'm learning what I like and don't like, what I want to do and what I don't. I'm living. You did the same when you were seventeen." I said as I shut my eyes, trying to mentally calm myself down.

"You didn't even know me when I was seventeen, Kiya." Teddy said, and I could only imagine him rolling his eyes right now.

"You're right, I didn't. But I do know how you were in college, and there's no way you were already grown up, living your life and super mature at seventeen. You weren't even mature at nineteen. Look, I'm not meaning to hurt you, but it's really bothering me you want to sit here and be my friend and won't be just that. Even if I did ever date you again, I wouldn't want you up my ass all the time about things like this. Because you know deep down I'd never hangout with another guy if you weren't comfortable with it because you know there'd be certain girls that I wouldn't be comfortable with you hanging out with. But right now, we're friends, and just that." I finish, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

Looking around, most of the students were gone. There were still some cars in the parking lot due to them having to stay late for either another class or clubs or rehearsal for something, but the parking lot was dead empty.

"Fine." Was all Teddy said, before hanging up.

Sighing, I angrily threw my phone into the passenger seat before switching the car into drive and driving off.

So much for listening to music to continue my happy mood.

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ik colleges don't have lockers but just bare with me pls lol

i promise im not going to end it at like 18 chapters and start a third book lol once this book is done its over

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