Water Bottle 3
On day two of orientation, when everyone was exhausted and went to bed early, Bryce snuck out with River to go street racing all night. Back then, we’d just had a fight, so when I called him a million times, he ignored every single one. Until I saw some local video of a motorcycle accident.[] That’s when I panicked.[] That night at like 3 AM, I drove out in my pajamas to the overpass, so frantic I didn’t even park properly before throwing open the car door and tumbling out.[] I rolled across the asphalt several times, scraping up my leg pretty badly.] But when I looked up, there was Bryce holding a shaken River in his arms, whispering comfort. That moment, I was finally done.]] I thought to myself: That’s it.] Sometimes you gotta accept that nothing lasts forever. W Two weeks later, eating lunch in the cafeteria, I got the notification that my passport had been approved.] Mom said it was already being shipped.] Barring any surprises, I could leave in three days. Right then, Bryce and River walked into the cafeteria.] Just my luck–they sat right in front of me.] River acted all girlfriend–y, dumping her unwanted food into Bryce’s plate. Bryce ate it without caring, but kept glancing my way.] Like he was waiting for me to make the first move.]] Two weeks. I hadn’t contacted Bryce once. When I ran into him, I treated him like air.] This time was no different.[] I picked up my tray and just left.] That night, my photo from the cafeteria got posted on the campus confession page.] Someone wanted to know if I was single. I commented: [Yep.]] A little later, Bryce’s account replied: [?]]] [Getting bold, babe. Saying you’re single?]…