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I cannot wait for summer. After exercise, being cold is the second most thing I hate. I’m one of those awkward people who are never happy. I moan if it’s too cold, but then moan if it’s too hot. Why can there never be an in between? All year round.
Hearing my name being shouted grabs my attention. I turn around and face the person calling me. It takes me a few seconds to register who it is. When it comes to me, I smile. “Hey, Ian, how are you doing? You sorted your English Lit assignment?”
“It’s going good. Me and Nathan,” he starts, pointing to a boy next to him. He’s lanky and a little dorky-looking but seems smart and sophisticated. It’s the clothes and posture, I think, that makes him seem that way. “We’re working on it together now. You might see us in the library a lot.”
“That’s great. Sorry I couldn’t be of more help.”
He shrugs, turning to his friend, who seems overly quiet. “We were wondering if you wanted to hang out.”
Flattered and a little embarrassed, I give him a small smile. “I’m so sorry; I can’t. I’m actually on my way to meet my boyfriend but thank you for the offer.”
His smile gets wider. “That’s fine. Maybe next time you could both meet us.”
“Yeah, maybe. I’ve got to go, but it was nice seeing you again.”
“You too,” he says, before walking off with his friend.
I watch them for a moment longer before heading toward the café I planned to meet CJ and the rest of them at.
It takes me ten minutes to get there, and when I do, everyone is already seated. They’ve pulled four tables together so we can all sit as one large group.
“There’s my cupcake,” CJ booms, getting up from his chair and walking over to me. He hands me a bag and I frown, puzzled as to why he’s buying me more gifts. “I got you something.”
“You got me something? But it’s already been my birthday.”
He chuckles, bringing me in for a kiss before pulling away. “Open it.”
I smile, opening the bag to find a rectangular gift box. I pull it out, handing him the bag so I can open it. I do, gasping. I pull my glove off using my teeth, so I can touch the silver beauty.
A silver linked charmed bracelet glitters before me. On it, rests a book charm, a bow tie, and a pair of Converse. It’s beautiful, meaningful.
It’s me.
“Oh, CJ, it’s beautiful.”
He bounces on his feet, taking it out of the box and wrapping it around my wrist. The charms sparkle under the light when I raise my arm up to see it better. It’s truly beautiful.
I lean up on my toes, placing my arms around his neck. He wastes no time in wrapping his arms around me, resting his hands on the top of my arse, pulling me further against him as he leans down for a kiss.
My body hums with delight from the feel of his mouth on mine, the taste of his tongue. Butterflies erupt in my stomach like they do every single time we kiss or touch.
“You get him, girl,” Willow shouts.
I laugh against CJ’s mouth, pulling back a little. I didn’t hear everyone cat-calling or whistling before, too lost in our kiss.
CJ grins smugly, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and steering me over to the seats he saved for us.
“Hey, has Jordan texted anyone? She said she might be able to make it.”
Just as the words leave my mouth, the door opens and Jordan walks in with four other people. My eyes widen at the lad at the back. CJ is still by far the best-looking person I’ve ever met, but my connection to him makes me kind of biased—and the fact I don’t just love him for his looks.
This lad, however, is really something. Something book covers are made of, with his short brown spiked hair, chiselled jaw, and chocolate brown eyes. He’s got an athletic build, and wide thick shoulders. He’s clearly strong. The girl tucked under his arm is just as beautiful with her slim frame and sharp blue eyes. Her hair, though… her hair is beautiful, falling in loose waves down her back and reaching her waist.
The girl walking behind with another bloke makes me pause. Something in her eyes resembles what I see in Rosie’s every day. She seems sad, but happy about the girl in front of her being there, if the longing glances she’s sending her way are any indication.
She’s beautiful.
The lad next to her, talking quietly into her ear, seems familiar. I’ve probably seen him around the university. He’s athletic, like the lad in front of him, only he has a smaller frame. He’s covered in tattoos, black and white, and some are colourful. He’s a pretty boy, though, through and through, even with his rough-shaven jaw.
