I think accepting the truth about something is hard, but verbally accepting it is harder? Make sense? Probably not. I've been cooped up in my room all day, cleaning.. You heard me. I'm normally not a fan of the whole "keeping your room tidy" ordeal, but it's quite therapeutic during stressful times such as now. I couldn't face my family last night, to tell them the bad news. Especially after how psyched they were of me getting in. I'm pretty sure Peter told them, but I didn't bother to text him to know.

"Lara Jean, this isn't healthy. We should talk about this." Dad said, from my bedroom door frame.

"I'm fine." I lie.

"Your cleaning." Kitty says, passing by my room. I glare at her remark.

"If you won't talk to me, at least talk to Margot." Dad tries again.

"Isn't she out hanging with Ravi? I'm sure she has better plans, then trying to fix my problems." I reply.

"I never not have time for you, little sis. C'mon. If I see you pick one more piece of clothing off the floor, i'm dragging you out with my bear hands." Margot says, appearing next to Dad.

"Fine." I surrender.

As much as I didn't want to leave my room, drowning in my own misery, I looked forward to getting stuff off my chest. I had so much on my mind, I felt like I was going to explode. I decide to stay in my PJ's, grab my purse, and mope downstairs.

"What's Ravi going to do while were gone?" I ask Margot, hoping to find an excuse out of leaving the house.

"Kitty's going to help Ravi try some American food. Scotland has quite the different idea of a cheeseburger." Margot says, while grabbing the car keys.

"Why do I have to babysit the boyfriend!" Kitty whines, receiving a smirk from Ravi.

"Bye girls, fix my middle child Margot!" Dad yells to us.

We say goodbye, and head out to the car. I catch a glimpse of Josh, and unfortunately he looks in our direction. He gives a short wave towards us, and I smile back. Margot completely ignores him. I would've thought things would've been under-the-bridge between them, but it is what it is.

"Awkward." I say, climbing into the car.

"I'm still surprised that were neighbors. Anyways, we came out to talk about you and your boy troubles, not mine." She jokes.

"There's really nothing to say, I didn't, ya'know-" I try to admit not getting in, but the words don't seem to get out.

"-Get in. You need to get over it LJ, it's a done deal. You'll have plenty of more opportunities and letters still coming in from colleges." She says while driving.

"It's not the same anymore. I was supposed to go to Stanford with Peter." I sigh.

"Lara Jean, you remember what mom used to tell us, for the future? "Don't go to college with a boyfriend.". Margot reminded me.

"Okay, and you have a boyfriend?" I remark.

"I've been in college for a while now LJ, that's not the point. The point is.. Don't let your relationship with Peter cloud your focus on your own future. Set aside your own plans and goals, not all of them evolving around Peter. Okay?" Margot advises me.

"Yeah, I get it." I reply, letting her advise sink in.

We end up driving to get some Korean food, and eat it in the car. We continue talking about different things, and enjoying the time were having together. I missed it. When i'm around Margot, I feel like I can tell her anything. And she just listens, and points me in the right direction. I keep thinking about what she says the rest of the day, thinking about myself more, and not just what can I do with Peter? Later that night, I receive an acceptance letter from Berkeley University! Just an hour away from Stanford! I'd be closer to Peter, and we could still see each other on the weekends. Maybe things are going to work out?