Disclaimer: I don't own the character you recognize from 1-800-Where-R-U? They belong to the wonderful Meg Cabot. I only own the plot, Kat James, and Tricia Pour.
Summary: When Jess and Rob meet again after about two years of contact lost, they meet again in New York. But Rob has a girlfriend; a pretty girlfriend. Can Jess win back Rob's heart before its too late? Or will he go off and marry his new girlfriend?
Note: Rob is twenty-one, Jess is nineteen, Tricia is twenty, and Kat is nineteen.
Being in college is no fun. I have no boyfriend, only one friend, the work that I am loaded with is outrageous, and I've been procrastinating a lot lately.
"Jess, you in there?" my roommate, Kat James, asked.
"Yeah," I said, staring at the ceiling.
Kat stepped into my part of the dorm and sat at the edge of my bed. She looked at me with concern in her eyes. Something that I've been seeing a lot lately.
"Jess, are you all right?" she asked. "Cause I'm starting to get worried. Lately, you've been quieter than usual. What's going on with you?"
I didn't answer. I didn't want to answer. I didn't want to make the same mistake I made about two years ago by answering that same question.
.:Flashback:.
I sat down next to Rob. He had called me earlier, saying that he wanted to talk. Every girl know that those words mean trouble. A breakup. Heartbreak.
"Jess, I need to tell you something," Rob said.
"Go on," I assured him.
"Well, I think that we need to stop seeing each other," he said.
"W…what?" I said.
"We need to take some time off of our relationship."
"You're breaking up with me! I thought that you loved me! I love you!"
I wasn't crying, but I felt like I was going to. So I punched Rob and ran off to the Harley that he had given me-yes, I can drive. I drove off to my house and packed my things. Thankfully, I had been accepted to a college out of state and nobody knew. I was just happy to get away.
.:End Flashback:.
"Jess, Jess," Kat said. She was shaking me.
"I'm up Kat," I said.
I sat up and stared out the window. I heard someone starting a motorcycle engine.
It was Rob's Indian.
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