I rest the side of my head on the window and watch the boring scenery flying by. It’s going to be four long days of being ignored. We’re not even there yet and I want to cry. I had to sit with the bus driver who kept stealing my fries and talking about the old tractor he was rebuilding. Even when we stopped for lunch, they took a booth for four when there was an empty table for six. They’re sharing the four seats in the row in front of me and left me alone back here. I truly don’t know why they even invited me, since they all seem to hate me so much. So, when my roommate invited me to go to Daytona for Spring Break with her and her friends, I said yes. Partying hasn’t been high on my list of priorities.

It’s my senior year and I haven’t done much except for studying, working at the coffee shop on campus, going to classes, and sleeping (in that order). I knew I should have stayed in my dorm to study, but I could hear the constant nagging voice of my older sister in my ear saying, ‘college is about meeting people and having fun. I drop back down in my seat with a sigh and stare out the window. My four friends (if you can call them that) ignore me as they giggle and whisper something amongst themselves. “What’s so funny?” I ask as I peer over the bus seats in front of me. ****Insta-love at its finest in a SAFE read with no cheating and a super sweet HEA guaranteed. Then, I feel his hands on me, grabbing me, throwing me over his shoulder, stealing me away. First, I feel the possessiveness in his eyes. That’s when I see him.Ĭharging through the crowd like a nuclear bomb about to go off. Hundreds of people are watching as the MC approaches with the water jugs to show off my jugs.

So, when my friends throw me on stage for a wet t-shirt contest, I nearly die. The excessive drinking, the half-naked bodies, the horrible decisions being made.

I'll Be Taking This by Olivia T. Turner