Lucas' P.O.V.
Lucas: You on campus?
Leo: Yeah, early class today.
Lucas: So you're in class right now?
Leo: Yeah, everything okay? Do I need to leave early?
Lucas: No, everything is good. Just wanted to see what you were up to.
I was hoping to have someone to hang out with. I also wanted to talk to him about the devil incarnate. He needs to know she's here. I should have checked in on her more. How did I not know she attended this university? Perhaps I can convince them to kick her out if I give the school a couple million dollars. I would pay a billion if I needed to. That bitch doesn't deserve to go to the same school that Leo goes to.
I hadn't seen her since that night. Her face had my mind racing back to the memory of that room, of her on me. It was a memory I try to block out a lot, but it plagues me often. There is no getting rid of that. It's a scar in my brain, something that will never heal fully. All I can do is try to avoid her for now until I can get her out of this university.
Rose did her best, trying to keep her from me. I couldn't afford for her to be on academic probation for getting in a fight on campus, even if I wanted nothing more than to see that bitch get punched right in that nose job. I did enjoy the way she tried to cheer me up by being a goof. Those crumbs around her mouth as she smiled made her look so damn cute.
"How can I not worry about the man I'm falling in love with?"
Her voice echoed in my head, reminding me that I'm the luckiest man alive. She's falling in love with me, and there was no better news for me to hear than that. Well that, and of course the news that her tumor isn't cancerous. I hope they call he with results soon, because the suspense is killing me.
With Leo unable to come hang out, and my want to see anyone diminish, I decided to head to my car and finish her first journal. I was only to mid-September now, but I was almost done with the journal. Last night had me adding a few too many names to my shit list. I found her journal and quickly picked up from where I left off.
Dear future me,.
Today is the day we met Ian. He is new, transferring from a public school just like me. We instantly hit it off, being the outcast poor kids. He is funny, and extremely kind. Plus let's not forget he's fucking hot as hell. Hottie with a body.
He asked for my number but I don't have a cellphone so I gave him my house number, since it's working this month. I am waiting for him to call now. I am trying to not lose my mind as I wait for him. I am just happy to finally have someone to talk to. This has been a long month of school with nothing but teasing and rude comments spewed my way.
Can you please beat everyone's asses now? I'm sure you're an amazing fighter by now. Maybe you can just go around punching everyone in the nose or throat for me. Revenge is always great!
In all seriousness, try and show them how amazing we are now. Currently, they can all suck my left tit with their annoying selfs.
Feeling a little hopeful with Ian around now. Maybe things will get better now.
A hopeful past you.
Although, I'm jealous of Ian, I'm happy to read that she was able to make a friend. She needed it. I couldn't imagine being ridiculed every day and not having a friend to support you or turn to. I flipped the page needing to see if Ian ever called her.
Dear future me,
Add Ian to our love forever list. That son of a bitch talked to me all night and kept me up so late. He was paired with Derek in lab today and I could see them hitting it off. There was a moment of small tension where Ian looked at me a bit funny and I knew Derek was telling him about the rumor he started.
Ian got up so fast, sending his stool tumbling behind him. I remember Ms. White asked what he thought he was doing and Ians response filled me with such happiness. He told her he was getting away from the plague before it contaminated him too. He told her he'd rather work with me, which she thankfully let him.
I had my first lab partner and we worked so well together. We goofed, but we got our work done easily. Derek glared at Ian throughout class, and I worried about him getting himself into trouble but Ian is a pretty strong guy. He's tall with broad shoulders and large muscles for a guy his age. His piercing blue eyes are easy to get lost in.
Anyway, today was definitely a good day. I sincerely hope it stays that way.
A very happy past you.
Okay, gold star for Ian for not falling for the rumor. Rose definitely had a little crush on him and it was kind of cute to read about it. I smiled as I continued reading about how great Ian was the rest of September. I finished the journal, grabbing the next. I checked then clock, still having about 20 minutes until she was done. I opened the journal and dove right in again.
Dear future me,
Ian and I went to the new arcade together today. It was an absolute blast. We've decided to meet there every Friday and play games. Whoever lost the most games had to pay for drinks and food. Thankfully I had some extra money on me, because I lost fast.
Do we play more games as an adult? Does Ian have us play games with him still? I hope we're still friends with him. He's a great guy, and it'd be a shame if we lost touch with him.
Tomorrow Ian and I are going to the school bonfire. We're hoping that everyone will leave us alone since they'll be entertained with football. We are bringing marshmallows and sticks to roast them with. Roasted marshmallows are the best!
Dad has been busy with fighting, which is great because he's been winning. It's inflated his ego enough to keep him from drinking as much. He also bought groceries for once. We currently have a fully stocked fridge.
I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop. We both know life never stays this good.
Hoping for the best, but preparing for the worst.
A happy past you.
Is this how she feel stills? Does she think that she can never be happy for long? I'll prove her wrong. I will make her the happiest woman alive. I'll give everything she asks for plus everything she needs. Starting with finding her dad.
"Hello?" Connor answered.
"Hey man, I need a favor."
"Yeah, what's up?"
Connor is an old classmate turned PI. He knows how to find anyone and dig up the best dirt. I've kept his number through the years.
"I need you to find a Nick Brewer and tell me everything you can dig up on him. He's currently in town but lives in new Hampshire. He has one daughter, Olice Brewer and an ex wife Abigail Rose, recently deceased. He's a retired MMA fighter now, not sure what he does for employment now. I need to now what reason he'd have for coming here to talk with his daughter. Think you can do it?" I asked him seriously.
"You know I can. How quickly do you need this done?"
"The sooner the better. Yesterday would have been great," I joked.
"I'm on it. I'll send you the bill after." He hung up after, not waiting for me to utter a word. I know he'll do it and he'll do it quickly and accurately.
Let's see what you're really in town for Nick.