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Penelope’s bucket list:
Flirt with a stranger
Go to a party
Sing karaoke
Drink alcohol
Play beer pong
Learn something new
Say “yes” to an invitation
Go out on a date
Find a job/volunteer
Lose my V-card
My cheeks heat as the last words ring in the empty room.
With each new task, I could feel my heart beat faster, the excitement I’d been missing these last few months coursing through my veins, along with a little dose of fear. Can I actually do it? Maybe it’s too much. Maybe—
I shake my head. “Stop it, Penny,” I mutter. “You can do this. You’re fearless, so no more hiding out.”
A furry body brushes against mine, so I let my hand drop, my fingers getting lost in Henry’s fur.
“What do you think, Henry? Am I being crazy?”
The dog lets out a huff.
“You’re not helping. You know that?”
But what the hell. I had two more years of college life before I returned to Bluebonnet. Two years in which I could try and find myself, find the person I want to be.
I would never forgive myself if I didn’t at least give it a shot.
“We’ve got some work to do, Henry.”
CHAPTERTWO
SEBASTIAN
Why did I think this was a good idea again?The question pops into my head for the hundredth time over the course of the last hour and a half that I’ve spent sitting in the uncomfortable wooden chair, listening to my professor go on and on about one bullshit topic or another.
I’ve homeschooled—and I use that term very lightly—my whole life. And I haven’t even done much homeschooling since high school, not really. At five, I knew I wanted to be a musician, but I also wanted to try other things. But I was around fourteen when my focus shifted almost exclusively to music. At sixteen, I wonGolden Lyric. It was a singing-songwriting competition, where artists from all around the country can apply as long as they can perform their own music and have created enough personal pieces to last for the duration of the competition.
After that, my school days were behind me. I got a record deal and produced my first album. Next, I went on tour, did some interviews, award shows, and filmed music videos. Rinse and repeat, all while partying every day like it’s my last day on this planet. You name it; I’ve done it. I only got my GED because my mother forced me to take the test between my first and second tours, and if there was one person I didn’t want to piss off, it was my mother.
So why, again, did I think enrolling in college would be a good idea?
I have no fucking clue.
And it was just my first day, no less.
The screen of my phone lights up on the desk.Again. I look around, making sure nobody is watching, before I grab the phone, slip it under the desk, and unlock it, checking the messages.
