Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 133655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 133655 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 668(@200wpm)___ 535(@250wpm)___ 446(@300wpm)
Drew: Julia, I miss seeing you and doing things with you. I just miss you. I feel like you’re done with me, but I’m hoping that maybe you’ve just been so busy with school and shit… Tell me the truth, babe, have you moved on? Or do I still stand a chance?
Normally, Drew attends Double C events, but I guess he’s missing it tonight. A few weeks ago, I probably would’ve known why, but I’ve slowly distanced myself from him. Because of Ace.
Maybe this message coming right now is a sign. Maybe it’s a chance to rework my choices and start fresh.
Drew has been trying. Really freaking trying. And I’ve left him hanging out in the wind. All because you’ve spent too much time focused on Ace and what Ace wants and needs. All because you’ve been secretly hoping that Ace wants to be more than friends with you.
I stare at the message, thumb hovering, heart and mind racing.
But eventually, I make a decision.
Me: I miss you too. And I’m sorry if it’s felt like that, Drew. I’m so sorry. Things have been crazy lately, but it’s all starting to wind down.
Drew: So…does this mean you’re open to going on a date with me soon?
Me: Yes. Let’s do it.
It’s high time for me to stop waiting around.
Saturday, September 13th
Ace
If campus handed out crowns, mine would be gold, glowing, and studded with fucking diamonds.
Only a week has passed since I officially became Double C’s newest prez, but it’s safe to say, after tonight’s event, I’m fucking crushing it.
Surely that’s not a shock to anyone. I mean, this is me we’re talking about. Ace motherfucking Kelly. My legacy speaks for itself.
The fountain water is still drying off my shoes after the big “death scene,” and I’ve already been pulled into seven group photos, handed three beers, and been told I’m the best Double C president since the underground poker scandal of 2016. Which, honestly, I’ve heard rumors about that Double C era, and whoever was running shit back then had some serious range.
Prodigy or not, though, 2016’s motherfucker is no match for me.
Tonight’s Double C event was flawless. Our “Dead Man Walking” event turned into full-campus chaos in the best way. It was a murder mystery that spanned three buildings, two frat houses, and a suspiciously well-dressed janitor. And the ending? Bro. If Epic and Dramatic and Mind-Blowing had a polyamorous relationship that ended in a baby boy named Awesome who grows a goatee and muscles by their first birthday, that still wouldn’t equate to what I pulled off tonight.
While everyone was scouring campus trying to figure out who was the killer on the loose and who was the target, I got fake-stabbed on the quad lawn. My death was sudden but dramatic, fake blood spurting everywhere, and I fell into the fountain like a champ.
Honestly, if a Hollywood director would’ve seen that performance, I’d already have a free, first-class flight to LA.
Needless to say, shit popped off. And because I refuse to leave any party-stone unturned, now we’re balls deep in the first official Double C after party.
Which is new. No other Double C president thought to cap an event with an actual after party.
But this, this is where the magic happens.
The lights are low, the basement is packed, music’s good, and everyone’s feeling high off the rush of the night.
You’re a fucking god among men. I mentally pat myself on the back when I see how many Double C members are enjoying themselves. I’ve been plotting and scheming all week for this shit. It’s not easy planning a secret society event without letting any secrets out of the bag or making university staff suspicious.
Hosting an after party inside the basement of the math building without any professors finding out? It’s fucking diabolical. But thankfully, all my borderline-illegal hard work has paid off, and no one with the power to expel me from Dickson for good is any the wiser.
I may have had to skip several classes and slack on some of my coursework, but obviously, it’s all been worth it. Plus, I’m sure beautiful tutor Julia will be kind enough to help me catch up. One week of slacking isn’t going to erase all the hard work I did the first month of school.
Speaking of my favorite girl, now that the event is over and the after party is in full, successful swing, it’s time to get shit back on track. My big plan to find the perfect moment—sans accidental poisoning this time—to tell Julia I’m in love with her had to be put on the back burner temporarily so I could get my presidential feet under me, but after tonight’s success, I think it’s safe to say I can realign my focus. And frankly, I’m such a natural talent at this shit, she’s probably spent the week being impressed anyway.