Sigh...
Just thinking about him still makes my blood boil.
If I could go back in time, the first thing I'd do is kick him so hard he'd never even think about talking to another woman again.
I think I was at the beginning of my third year when that storm walked into my life.
It started like any other university event.
I was volunteering, running around helping everyone, making sure things went smoothly. It was exhausting, but fun. By the end of the day, we'd wrapped everything up without any major disasters.
Naturally, my friends decided we deserved a celebration.
A few of them had gotten friendly with students from another college during the event and insisted we all go out for dinner and drinks together.
There were eight of us in total.
Four girls.
Four guys.
Honestly, I didn't overthink it.
Even if I had said no, my friends would've dragged me there anyway.
So I gave up arguing and met everyone at the restaurant.
When I saw the guys waiting near the entrance, my first thought was...
Yeah... definitely not my type.
No sparks.
No butterflies.
Nothing.
So I figured the night would end with good food, a few drinks, and everyone going home.
...
God.
I was so unbelievably stupid.
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and then Add to home screen.