That Time We Kissed Under the Mistletoe (Abieville Love Stories #4)

Chapter 46

Chapter Forty-Six

Sara

Ten Years Ago: October

We moved into Branner Hall more than a month ago, and Bristol still hasn’t given up trying to get me to go out with her. She joked that she might as well be rooming with a zombie, but I actually feel pretty dead inside.

I’ve already turned down all the parties and group dates. Even the low-key hangouts on our floor. And I’m sure she means well, but the girl is relentless. She insists that meeting other students is a critical part of the freshman experience, not to mention the only way I’ll ever be able to move on with my life.

I told her I’m just not ready. She said I’ll never be ready until I try.

Yesterday, she put a box of Band-Aids on my desk then told me to put them all on, so we could rip them off together.

When I didn’t laugh, she explained the symbolism, like I’m just too sad and pathetic to get her jokes. I’ll give her that: Bristol Kane is funny, and whip-smart, and have I mentioned relentless?

She’s a dog and getting me to be social is her bone. But I’m just not interested in spending time with anyone else unless it’s for class. Study sessions, I’ll do. But only if there’s zero chance of romance.

All I care about now is getting straight A’s this year. And landing the perfect summer internship. And never letting myself care about another man again.

Poor Bristol. She definitely deserves a better roommate than me.

And I sure deserved better than Three.