I knew my mom and dad wouldn’t care if I threw my hands up and said college wasn’t for me. But that was the thing. I didn’t know that. I was completely and utterly clueless. Maybe college was for me and I was just at the wrong one.
Or maybe it wasn’t.
I didn’t know.
And I was afraid I never would.
I was terrified of graduating from college with a degree in something I didn’t even like and being stuck.
Stuck and Willow Wade did not go well together.
But it was hard to explain to anyone, especially my parents, what I wanted when I didn’t even know.
Maybe, this summer, I’d get my shit together and figure my life out.
Not likely, but one could hope.
My parents looked at me with pity in their eyes.
They knew I was full of shit but they were too nice to call me on it—for now at least.
Jumping up from my bed I slipped my feet back into my shoes.
“I’m going to head out for a while. I’ll be back for dinner.”
“Don’t you want to finish your tea?” My dad asked.
I tried not to gag. “Nope, I’m good. Y’all just…uh…get back to whatever it was you were about to do before I got here.”
I only made it to the door before I stopped, horrified. Swiftly turning around, I pointed a finger at them. “But don’t do that on my bed, because that’s just gross and weird on so many levels. Go to your own room.”
My dad bellowed out a laugh but quickly sobered. “You don’t need to leave because of us.”
“I know,” I replied, “I just need to get out.”
Before either of them could stop me I bound down the stairs and out the door.
I was slightly out of breath by the time I reached my car.
I should probably work out more.
Nah, who was I kidding? That was never going to happen…unless balancing a Cheeto on the top of your lip counted as exercise because then I was totally ahead of the game.
I slid back into the car, my sore bum protesting at this fact, and headed into town.
I wasn’t sure where I was going, and I ended up stopping at the local coffee shop/restaurant, Griffin’s, for some food.
Armed with a coffee and muffin, I suddenly knew where I needed to go.
Well, more like who I needed to see.
Cramming half the muffin in my mouth and getting crumbs all over myself—so ladylike, I know—I hurried from Griffin’s out into the warm sunshine.
Behind the wheel of my car once more I headed to my new destination.
When the building came into sight my lips lifted into one of the biggest grins I’d worn in a long time and I hadn’t even seen him yet.
I parked my car at the side of the building and walked around to the open garage door.