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Tessa is a nice girl who has a sweet, dependable boyfriend at home. She has purpose, ambition, and a mother who is determined to keep her that way. But she hasn't even arrived in her freshman dorm when she runs into Hardin. Hardin is cute and different from what she's used to, with his tousled brown hair, cocky British accent, tattoos, and lip ring. But he's also impolite-to the point of cruelty. Tessa should despise Hardin for his attitude. And she does-until she finds herself alone in his room with him. Something about his dark mood draws her in, and when they kiss, she feels a passion she's never felt before. There was before Tessa met Hardin, and then there was everything that happened after... Nothing will ever be the same again.
Chapter 1 .
My alarm clock is set to go off in a few minutes. I've been awake for the better part of the night, shifting back and forth, counting the lines between the ceiling tiles and mentally repeating the course schedule. Others may count sheep; I intend to.
My mind never stops planning, and today, the most important day of my entire eighteen-year life, is no exception.
"Tessa!" My mother's voice can be heard calling from downstairs. I roll out of my tiny bed, groaning to myself. I take my time tucking the corners of my bedsheet against the headboard, knowing that this is the last morning that this will be a part of my normal routine. This bedroom is no longer my home as of today.
"Tessa!" she exclaims once more.
"I'm up!" I respond by yelling back. The sound of the cabinets opening and closing downstairs indicates that she is in the same state of panic as I am. My stomach is in a tight knot, and as I begin my shower, I pray that the anxiety I'm feeling will subside as the day progresses.
My entire life has been a series of tasks leading up to this day, my first day of college.
I'd been nervously anticipating this for several years. While my peers were hanging out, drinking, and doing whatever else teenagers do to get themselves in trouble, I spent my weekends studying and preparing for this.
That was not my fault. I was the girl who studied cross-legged on the living room floor with my mother while she gossiped and watched hours of QVC to improve her appearance.
I couldn't have been happier when my acceptance letter to Washington Central University arrived-and my mother cried for what seemed like hours. I couldn't deny that I was pleased that my efforts had finally paid off. I was accepted to the only college I applied to, and thanks to our low income, I have enough grants to keep my student loans to a minimum. For a brief moment, I considered leaving Washington for college.
But after seeing all the color drain from my mother's face at the suggestion and her pacing around the living room for nearly an hour, I told her I wasn't serious.
When I step into the spray of shower water, some of the tension in my strained muscles dissipates.
I'm standing here, under the hot water, attempting to calm my mind but actually doing the opposite, and I get so distracted that by the time I finally wash my hair and body, I barely have enough hot water to run a razor over my legs from the knees down.
My mother calls my name again as I wrap the towel around my wet body.Knowing that her nerves are getting the best of her, I give her some leeway while blow-drying my hair.
I know she's looking forward to my arrival at college, but I've had this day planned down to the hour for months. Only one of us can be a nervous wreck, and I need to do everything I can to ensure that it's not me by sticking to my plan.
As I fumble with the zipper on my dress, my hands shake. I dislike the item, but my mother insisted that I wear it. I finally win the zipper battle and retrieve my favorite sweater from the back of my closet door.
I feel slightly less nervous once I'm dressed, until I notice a small tear on the sleeve of my sweater. I toss it back onto my bed and slip my shoes on, knowing that my mother is growing increasingly impatient with each passing second.
Noah, my boyfriend, will be here soon to ride up with us. He is a year younger than me but will soon turn eighteen. He's brilliant and has straight A's, just like me, and he's planning to join me at WCU next year. I wish he could come now, especially since I won't know anyone at college, but I'm grateful that he's promised to come as often as possible.
I just need a decent roommate; that's all I'm asking for and all I can't control with my planning.
"I'm coming down now, Mother." "Please don't yell my name again!" As I walk down the stairs, I yell. Noah is sitting across from my mother at the table, staring down at his wristwatch.
His polo shirt matches the light blue of his eyes, and his blond hair is perfectly combed and lightly gelled.
"Good day, college girl." As he stands, he smiles brightly and perfectly lined. When I smell his strong cologne, he pulls me into a tight hug, and I close my mouth. Yeah, he sometimes goes a little too far with that.
"Hey." I give him an equally bright smile, trying to hide my nerves, and pull my dirty blond hair into a ponytail.
"Honey," my mother says quietly, "we can wait a few minutes while you fix your hair."
I walk over to the mirror and nod in agreement. She didn't hesitate to remind me that I needed to have presentable hair for today. As a small farewell gift, I should have curled it the way she likes.
When my mother drops the keys into Noah's open palm, he says, "I'll put your luggage in the car. He gives me a short kiss on the cheek before leaving the room with his things, and my mother follows.
My hair looks better after round two of styling than it did after round one, and I give my gray dress one last lint roller pass.
The butterflies in my stomach dance around as I go outside and make my way to the car packed with my belongings, making me slightly relieved that I have a two-hour trip to make them go away.
I have no idea how college will be, and surprisingly, the thought that keeps running through my head is, "Will I make any friends?"
I wish I could say that as we drove, the familiar sights of my home state soothed me, or that a spirit of adventure seized me with each sign that showed us drawing nearer to Washington Central. But in reality, I was primarily lost in planning and obsession.
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