When I step outside I want to cry.
My new car is still parked on Main Boulevard, two miles away. And my old car, it appears, was towed.
"You really hate me, don't you," I point to the setting moon, hoping the Goddess can hear me.
Looking up and down the street, I sprint to the express bus going to campus. By the time I make it to my class, the room is empty. Letting my body slide down the wall, I put my head on my knees and cry.
I can't do anything right. I'm failing at love, life, and school. Nothing is going the way I thought it would when I finally got out here on my own. I had a plan, I had saved and worked, and for what?
"Oh, there you are?"
"Go away," I grumble not wanting to speak to anyone.
"Not going to happen," Thorne's cheerful voice calls out as he takes a seat next
