SIXTY

It has only been two days after my first day at New York University, and here I am, stuck in the house, doing assignments in the living room. I do have much more free time -- compared to when I was in high school -- but there are a lot more modules I have to catch up to. Geez. I wish I could be more laid back and didn't have to be a perfectionist when it comes to studying.

I should be strolling around the town with Kyla, perhaps, grabbing some pizzas or going shopping at the mall.

I glance at the clock. 11 pm. Where is Drake? He's not back yet, and I don't remember him telling me that he had a football practice today.

Maybe he's having a date. I blow a sigh, placing my chin on the table.

The doorbell rings, and my mood brightens up. Here he comes.

'Coming." I hum, tottering toward the door.

When I open it, I'm surprised to find Prince standing by the door.

"Hey." He smirks, and I feel butterflies in my stomach. The fact that he's wearing a white shirt with a black leather jacket