Chapter 4

I treated her like my best friend. But how did she treat me?

I pointed toward the door. "Get out. If you don't, I'll post all about this in the class group chat. I'll let everyone know how Nicole repaid my kindness with betrayal and how the two of you got together and screwed me over!"

Preston's face turned livid. He was about to say something when my parents came over after hearing the commotion.

Dad's tone was polite enough, but the iciness in his eyes was unmistakable.

"Preston, it's getting late. You should head home. And don't come looking for Fi anymore. She needs to study."

With a loud bang, the door slammed shut.

Mom wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"Fi, if it really doesn't work, you can repeat your senior year. Your father and I will be by your side the whole time."

I shook my head, my voice firm. "Mom, Dad, I'm not repeating a year. I'll apply through waitlist admissions."

I'd made that decision on the way home.

For the longest time, I'd treated Preston as my goal. I'd worked hard for him and applied to a college I didn't actually like because of him.

But after losing him, I finally realized something. Those past few years in high school, those exhausting trips to tutoring sessions, all those pens I'd used until they ran dry, those stacks of practice exams that weighed almost as much as me—I had to do right by myself first.

I blocked and deleted Preston's contact as well, making sure he'd never bother me again.

On the day the admission results were announced, all my applications had indeed been rejected. But I didn't have time to feel sad.

I looked through every college still accepting waitlist applications, comparing them carefully. In the end, I narrowed it down to three.

Every one of them was over 1,200 miles from home and at least five hours by plane.

Mom looked at the distance, and she started tearing up again.

"Fi, that's so far away… What am I going to do when I miss you?"

I hugged and comforted her. "Mom, I'll come back during breaks. We can also call and video chat regularly."

Out of the three colleges, I picked a high-ranking college in Sorlington, majoring in law.

The second I submitted the application, it felt like something inside me had finally lifted. I collapsed onto my bed and started scrolling through my phone, trying to distract myself from the strange feeling in my chest.

Suddenly, a post from one of Preston's buddies caught my eye. The caption read, "Congrats to Preston for getting into Murlowton U! First-choice admission secured!"

The photo was the usual—Preston sitting in the middle of the group, looking every bit the star of the show. The only thing that changed was the person beside him. It used to be me, but now, it was Nicole. She was sitting there with her head lowered shyly.

I didn't feel anything. It was like a shattered mirror—once it was broken, you could only throw it away. There was no way to piece it back together.

I was just about to scroll past the post when my finger accidentally hit the "like" button.

The next second, a message popped up on my screen. It was Preston's buddy, but just one glance at it, and I knew it was from Preston.

"Don't misunderstand. We're just having dinner together. Unblock me. I already found a school for you to repeat your senior year. You can go with Nicole."

How ridiculous.

Even now, he still thought I'd repeat a year and follow him to Murlowton University.

I didn't reply. I just blocked his friend as well. I didn't want anything to do with Preston in my life ever again.

For the next two days, I barely slept. On the third day, I logged into the admissions website again. Three big, bold words were displayed on screen.

"Waitlist Admission Successful."