I thought I would dread it but opening the door to my little student unit in Long Beach was kind of like going home to visit your parents and staying in your old bedroom with your childhood music posters all over the wall. In its smallness it felt protective. The silver lining—my college pad was a good thirty minutes’ drive from Lucas’s beachside mansion and we would never run into each other here. He had no reason to come this way. I unpacked my makeup bag, the only bag I had brought home from the beach pad as I promised Jase. My best gear was over there but I had the ‘B’ team of clothing still in my unit. I knew the full impact of leaving hadn’t hit me yet but I was going to do my best to stay so frantically occupied that by the time it did hit me, I would be over it. Good strategy. I opened the fridge door; very, very sad in there… and then I heard a knock at my unit door. You’ve got to be kidding?
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