Cameron Cole has a plan.
After yet another relationship ends because of certain shortcomings-literally-Cameron decides it's time to swear off dating and focus her energy into her junior year at the University of Charlotte. There's an internship up...
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Three Months Later...
END OF AUGUST
Another day, another dollar, another long-ass line at Blue & Brew.
The coffee here is like the ambrosia of the gods, so I totally get why it's so popular, but that doesn't make me any less pissed to wait in line.
The shop is an iconic landmark on campus. Sure, there are like three Starbucks, a Dunkin', and a few others around, but nothing beats a classic.
It's been here pretty much since the early days of the university and sure looks it too.
It's on the ground floor corner of Sutton House—one of the oldest buildings on campus. It's got brick walls covered with Charlotte U memorabilia and alumni photos, big white windows overlooking the grassy quad outside, and the elixir to cure all my pains and aches.
Early morning classes are both a blessing and a curse. A blessing because I don't have to run around in the classic Carolina thunderstorms that roll in almost every afternoon.
And a curse because... well, because it's fucking early.
A tap on my shoulder has me turning around, and I'm instantly grinning.
"Don't you look beautiful today!" I beam at Jude, who adjusts his sunglasses, clearly unbothered by the throes of glares he's receiving from the students behind him after pushing in line.
He instantly plants a whole palm against my face. "Too loud."
I screw up my face and push his hand away.
"And this is why I left Sticky's at a reasonable time last night," I say with a smug grin, adjusting my large brown leather tote on my shoulder. "What time did you and whatever poor soul crawl out of there?"
"Midnight?" Jude huffs. "Three. Six. I don't fucking know."
I laugh at him and his massive designer glasses, stepping forward as the line keeps moving.
"It's called having fun, Cam. You should really try it sometime," Jude says matter-of-factly, and I glance over my shoulder at him with an amused grin.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." He juts out his chin. "Last night was supposed to be one last big huzzah so you didn't go into the new school year a complete prude, and you left at ten o'clock. Whatever happened to my bat-shit-crazy-nightly-crash-out Cameron?"
I swat away his hand from where it's smoothing down my hair like I'm a pet.
"Hey, I left at 10:20," I point at him. "And that Cam is still in here. She's just taking a little nap while focused-professional-adulting-Cam takes over."
