  It was safe to say that over the last few weeks Wes and I had become good friends. I would even consider calling him one of my best friends.
      Nate and I were still stuck in the same spot. Some days he would be normal, greet me with a kiss and spend some time with me while we studied together or just hung out. Most days though, he was distant and a little mean. Every time I would try to have a serious conversation with him, he would dismiss me or get annoyed.
      &quot;I can no longer do this!&quot; I groaned loudly, slamming my textbook shut and sliding it across the floor.
      &quot;Woah,&quot; Chris mused, staring at me with wide eyes that looked slightly frightened. &quot;That's the first time I think I've seen you bail on studying.&quot;
      I gave him a flat look. &quot;It's been hours, my brain can not handle any more studying for tonight.&quot;
      &quot;That is exa

  &quot;The pizza has arrived and I brought a guest with me.&quot;
      Michelle and Chris both looked up as Wes and I entered the dorm room with the box of pizza.
      &quot;Look who it is,&quot; Michelle smirked, looking at me in a suggestive manner. &quot;I was wondering when Fia was going to pull you along again.&quot;
      Wes laughed, walking into the room and closing the door behind him. &quot;And I was wondering when I'd be invited to one of your pizza parties.&quot;
      &quot;The time has finally beckoned upon us!&quot; Michelle fist-bumped the air, making no sense as she spoke but we all still laughed in response. She was too sleep deprived for her own good.
      &quot;Hey man,&quot; Chris beamed, getting up to do one of those bro-hugs with Wes. &quot;I don't think we've met before. I'm Chris.&quot;
      Wes hesitated, looking at where Chris was sitting on my bed. He qui

  &quot;Fia, we're going to be on such a tight schedule. Is there no way you can come home earlier for the dress fitting?&quot;
      I was so swamped with studying, the last thing I was in the mood for right now was a conversation with my mother. However, if I had declined her call like I wanted to, she would have only found more reasons to bash on me.
      My mother had a way of finding a problem with just about every single thing I did. Or didn't do.
      I sighed and ran a hand down my face, my body feeling exhausted and worn out. &quot;Mom, I'm going to be home for weeks. I can't just come back before the break starts. I have classes and exams are coming up.&quot;
      My mother sighed dramatically through the phone. &quot;Fia, this is about your sister. You're being so selfish. It's her big day and you can't make any compromises.&quot;
      My jaw fell, the urge to ram my head 

It was safe to say that over the last few weeks Wes and I had become good friends. I would even consider calling him one of my best friends.
      Nate and I were still stuck in the same spot. Some days he would be normal, greet me with a kiss and spend some time with me while we studied together or just hung out. Most days though, he was distant and a little mean. Every time I would try to have a serious conversation with him, he would dismiss me or get annoyed.
      &quot;I can no longer do this!&quot; I groaned loudly, slamming my textbook shut and sliding it across the floor.
      &quot;Woah,&quot; Chris mused, staring at me with wide eyes that looked slightly frightened. &quot;That's the first time I think I've seen you bail on studying.&quot;
      I gave him a flat look. &quot;It's been hours, my brain can not handle any more studying for tonight.&quot;
      &quot;That is exactly why I gave up hours ago,&quot; Michelle chuckled. She laid on her stomach on her bed, carele

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