2 and a half years later...

January 12, 2011

7:49 p.m.

WOW!

I just got done re-reading my high school journal. How lame was I??

Well, I might as well keep writing. I mean, I may be a freshman in college, but still.

Seriously, I found this crammed under my bed.

I guess I should catch you all up on what's been going on!

Well, Im at my second semester of NYU. I live in a dorm with my new best friend...Charlotte! She is the best! I mean...she's a slut...but that's okay! There's nothing wrong with a little sex now and then. Not that I'd know. Anyways, she has a new guy every night! Its crazy!

Charlie and Jane? They're still together. I know! Amazing! They both go to college in Boston...but not Harvard! Ha!

I know what you're all thinking...what ever happened to me and Will??

Yea, well, we never talked again. Nope! Not once. He went to prom with Stacy, the biggest slut in school. Then, he graduated and went to some college in Chicago.

About three months after the "incident" (aka when I told him to get the fuck out of my house) I recovered.

But, who knew, that today he was going to pop right back into my life again? And I just happened to find this journal at the same time. Creepy or fate? Im going with creepy.

Well, this journal used to always be about Will Darcy, and it looks like its going to stay that way.

So, here's the story:

"Lizzy, go pick up the Chinese. I just ordered it!" Charlotte said to me.

"You pick it up!"

"Lizzy!" She was putting on her black lacy bra. Why did I not get suspicious then??

"Fine, I could use the fresh air."

I walk outside, and of course it's freezing...and I was wearing flats!! I run a block up to our usual Chinese place.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up an order for Charlotte...or Lizzy...I'm not sure what name its under."

"You sit there. Be ready 5 minutes," a Chinese guy with bifocals told me.

By the time I got back to the dorm, my feet were practically swollen.

I walked into our room and that's when I heard moaning. What the fuck, I thought.

I peeked around the corner and thats when I saw it. Charlotte, leaning against the wall, a guy leaning on top of her. His hands were up her shirt...and her's were down his pants!

"Charlotte...oh God Charlotte..." The guy was saying.

Um...I literally baby barfed.

"What the fuck is going on in here?! Charlotte!" I said dropping the Chinese on the floor. "Who is this sleaze bag? Well, get the hell out of here, and don't let the door hit you on the way out." I said jerking my thumb to the door.

"God Lizzy, you ruin all the fun!" She said pulling down her shirt.

"Are you kidding me? Like I really want see this porno when I walk in my apartment!"

"Whatever..." she mumbled. The guy wasn't turning around. Oookkkay, freak, I thought.

"Listen asshole, if you don't mind...I have some fried rice in there getting cold. And everyone knows I hate cold fried rice, so lets get a move on." He still didn't turn around. "Okay! What the fuck? Are you deaf? I also have egg rolls in there!"

Then, unfortunately, he turned around.

"Will?" I said, my jaw dropping to the floor.

"Hey—hey...uh...how's it going?" He said awkwardly.

"I think you should leave," I said, staring at my feet.

"Okay," he whispered, walking past me.

"What was that all about?" Charlotte asked.

"Nothing," I said making my way to the bathroom.

"Lizzy--"

I cut her off, "It was nothing okay!"

And now Im on the bathroom floor, writing this journal.

I didn't even get an egg roll.

Lizzy.

January 12, 2011

8:56 a.m.

Okay, so here's the deal. Will transferred from Chicago to come to NYU. And, he lives on the same floor as me. Yes...I know what your thinking...my life is like death. Don't I know it!

Anyways, Charlotte met him two days ago downstairs when she was trying to carry groceries up, but she couldn't get them all. So, Will offered her a hand.

"He was just so sweet. He was all 'you need a hand with those?' And I was all 'thanks so much.'"

Anyone else feel like barfing??

Then last night she PLANNED that whole Chinese run to get me out of the dorm!! Can you believe that?

"I thought it would be quick...but he's just so...I don't know how to describe him." she said sighing.

"Thats disgusting," I said, making a gagging noise.

"Oh God," she said rolling her eyes.

So now every time I go out of my dorm room, I have to peek through the keyhole...wait for anyone to pass. Then, I open my door, look both ways, and finally I can leave. Pretty well thought out if you ask me!

But, unfortunately, that didn't work to well.

Yes, you all knew it was coming. I did the plan, opened my door, and just as I locked it, Will stepped out of his dorm room.

I panicked. What should I do? Should I run? Should I just stand here like an idiot?

Then, he saw me.

"Hey, wait up."

"Uh...well...actually..." but, he had already walked over.

"So, about last night--"

"Don't worry about it," I said cutting him off.

"I am worried about it. You know, we never really got a chance to...talk after that whole thing in high school."

And why is that?? I thought.

"Yea," I said.

"Do you want to grab some breakfast? I mean, I was just going to pick some up." He said, smiling.

Damn those dimples!!

"Sure," I said, I had already eaten, but ladies, he was wearing the hottest jeans, and the hottest jacket.

Im not immune to that kind of hotness!!

He decided to go to the dining hall. Which was random because I hardly ever go there. I always order and pick up.

We sat down at a table in the back of the cafeteria.

Awkward silence. "Sooo..." I said, playing with my straw.

"You know besides Charlie you were my best friend," he blurted out. Then, wait for it, he turned red! How cute is that?

"Yea, besides Jane, you were mine too."

"I'm sorry, about high school."

"I am too," I stared down at the table, "you never talked to me after that."

"I know."

"Well, how come?"

"I thought you were eternally mad at me," he said smiling.

"I thought I was too."

"But seriously, about last night, I had no clue you were her roommate. I would have never done that if I would've known."

"Well I was considering scratching my eyes out because of how disgusted I was!"

"God, Im so fricken embarrassed," he said putting his head in his hands.

"So," I said wanting to change the subject, "what are your classes?"

He handed me his schedule. We had one class together, physiology. I can't believe I never noticed him. Well, it is a huge classroom.

"Yea, we've been in school for like 8 days, and I think Im failing."

"Well, it's a good thing you have me then!"

"Huh?"

"I'll tutor you! Duh! It'll be fun, I'll come by your room around eight." I said, grabbing my purse and standing up.

"Okay, hey Lizzy?"

"Yea?" I said turning around.

"I—I'm really glad I transferred."

"Me too," I said smiling.

"And, Im really glad that you aren't eternally mad at me."

"It's been two and half years Will. It's practically forgotten." Sort of.

"Okay, good."

Oh boy...

Lizzy.

January 12, 2011

3:45 p.m.

"Lizzy! What? Why didn't you call me last night?!" Jane said screaming into the phone.

"It wasn't that big of a deal," I said walking back to my room from my last class. I had just told Jane about Will.

"Not that big of a deal? Lizzy! He completely ditched you in high school! That's not something you just forget!"

"Jane, it was two and half years ago. I cant just hold a grudge forever."

"Fine, do whatever you want. Hold on, Charlie wants to talk to you."

"Oh my God! Has he heard the whole conversation? Jane--"

"Hello? Lizzy?" Charlie said, obviously eating. You could hear him smacking through the phone.

"Hey Charlie," I said fumbling with my keys.

"I really meant to tell you about Will. I just didn't know how."

"It's fine," I said throwing all my books on the floor and collapsing in my bed.

"Okay, are you sure? I didn't even tell Jane, because we know how she gets all motherly."

"Yea, I know. I gotta go. Say by to Jane for me." I hung up the phone and rolled over on my stomach.

The truth: I'm anything but over the thing in high school. And I really know how to hold a grudge. But, he's just so...hot! And god, I am falling right back in the palm of his hand. This is terrible. Should I cancel our tutoring session? Maybe I should. I dont know, maybe it wasnt a good idea. Then again, maybe it was?

Ugh!!

Lizzy.