A/N: I decided to torture you guys some more by not following up my last cliffhanger;) I can tell you that, by this time, Simon is not in the picture anymore… But that doesn't mean that he won't be in the future! This is a slight filler to show you guys her college years—told ya I'm skipping around!

These are mainly showing that she's taking advantage of the fact that she's not at home anymore and can do whatever she wants—they also have a bit of humor, I hope, and show her growing a bit. Sort of a filler…

Freshman—

Her first year was only slightly sane. After an excessive amount of homework, sleep deprivation, and getting caught by Alyssa half-dressed in a fountain on campus with half a bottle of crappy beer on the side and her lips attached to those of a former "just friend," she realized that this whole college thing wasn't really working out. And that was only the first semester.

She got her first C, and then her first D, and when she tried explaining to her mother that it was only because she had failed to attend class a couple times, it didn't help.

By the end of the semester, she had shaped up, starting getting As and Bs…but no, that was far too boring for Celeste Jackson…

Two words… Spring. Break.

Sophomore—

When both Alyssa and Celeste decided to dye their hair funky colors to celebrate passing midterms, they didn't consider the fact that semi-permanent dye doesn't come out easily, nor that, while hurrying to get it out in the shower so that they could go meet their respective boyfriends for dinner with their parents, (Logan and Hunter were best friends and had been since elementary school, just like their girlfriends) it would stain their backs pink, purple, red, blue, green, and orange.

Despite more events like this, Celeste made it through her second year at Brown relatively unscathed but had vowed to never enter another wet T-shirt contest again.

Junior—

This was the year of the improved work ethic, and the year that Celeste resolved to finish all of her papers at least a week before they were due. With friends like Alyssa and Carson, though, that didn't always happen.

It seemed to be her most casual year, probably the calm before the storm as Senioritis would be setting in soon. She returned to New York during winter break, along with Alyssa, to check out apartments. The two agreed to live together while Alyssa wrote her novel and Celeste went to NYU's graduate school—she hoped to get involved with NYU's Department of Psychology so that she could be a forensic psychologist, much to the chagrin of her father, who was still wondering where her dream of being a mermaid princess had gone.

Senior—

Celeste Jackson was 22 years old when she decided that gods were pretty annoying. For gods' sake, it was her damned college graduation and Poseidon and Athena just had to barge in all important-like and then get too excited when her name was called as if she was a child! Her friends were here—hell, Simon was here! And, yes, maybe her heart gave a little flutter when she looked at him and remembered, but it didn't matter because they hadn't really talked since their breakup… No, no, Celeste! Bad thoughts! Focus on the fact that… Holy Zeus, was her dad really engaging in a civilized conversation with her grandmother?

"Presenting your graduating class of—"

A/N: Don't worry—I will address the cliffhanger of last chappie in the next chapter, I promise. Thanks for reading—I've noticed that this isn't one of my more popular fics—and I hope you sincerely enjoyed and look forward to more! (BTW, sorry for not updating recently; school got the best of me.)

Love,

E. M. Zeray