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When Doc threw the admission papers at me, I was actually pretty excited about being enrolled here. The grounds and architecture look like something straight out of a movie, and I can’t wait to explore.
The map in the folder Doc left for me comes in handy as I make my way around the campus, taking the time to appreciate the sights around me. I was far from a good student in Boston, but I have a feeling my husband isn’t going to let that fly here.
I spot a coffee cart near the building I’m pretty sure my next class is in and make a beeline for it. I need that sweet, sweet nectar before I can think of learning anything, especially because I’m already behind.
I take a sip of the coffee the second the girl hands it to me and groan with relief as soon as the caffeine touches my taste buds.
“You really needed that coffee, huh?” a feminine voice asks from behind me.
I turn and come face-to-face with a girl around the same age as me, with a blond pixie cut and eyes so green they almost match the vines climbing up the building beside us.
She wears aBlink 182shirt with ripped jeans and Doc Martens, and I think she might just be my spirit animal.Although I’ve always leaned more toward the lighter side of alternative, I’ve often wished I had the confidence to go further.
“You have no idea.” I laugh.
Her smile reminds me of Bree’s, it’s so genuine you can’t help but smile right alongside her, and it makes me miss my best friend even more. “Uh, I feel that. Professor Dorian sprung a quiz on us for today’s class, and I was up late cramming for it.”
I suck in a breath and check the name of the lecturer for my first class. And sure enough, Professor Dorian is printed as clear as day. “Of course,” I grumble, taking another sip of coffee. At this point, I really shouldn’t have expected anything else.
She’s nice enough to give me a sympathetic smile as she orders her own drink. “Let me guess, first day?”
I nod. “Yep.”
“Eesh, that sucks, babe.” She thanks the barista and gestures toward the door to the building. “I’m Bella, by the way.”
“Isla.” I smile and fall in step beside her.
“Let’s get a seat and I’ll show you my notes. Maybe you can absorb enough to get at least a few questions right.”
“You’re a godsend!”
“I do what I can.” She grins and flicks her nonexistent locks over her shoulder.
And for the first time since I was forced to uproot my whole life to marry a man I don’t know, much less like, I feel a little less alone.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
DOC
As much as I was looking forward to being in my apartment alone today, I’ve felt even more unsettled than normal.
I’m not sure if it’s because everywhere I look is something that belongs to Isla, or whether it’s the fact that the whole fucking apartment smells like her, or if it might just be because I now know what she’s hiding under her clothes and I’m desperate for a fucking taste.
Regardless, I haven’t been able to sit still for more than a few minutes at a time since she left three hours ago.
Mondays are a generally quiet day for me, and I’ve never wished for someone to be shot more than I have today, and believe me, I know how fucked up that sounds.
Instead, I spend the day making the apartment more livable for her, for God knows what reason.
I clean out some of my old shit from the closet so she has somewhere to hang her clothes and drag in the matching set of drawers I’ve had in storage since I moved in.
I even go as far as unpacking the boxes that arrived this morning and putting her sentimental shit around the apartment so she feels a little more at home.
And it’s at this point I reach for the whiskey.
Because what the fuck is wrong with me?
I’ve never done this kind of thing for a woman, so why am I going to so much effort for the little brat that’s been thrown into my life like a fucking atomic bomb?
