a girl with a dream to study in Harvard as an architect, applies for a private school in order of increasing her chances of gaining admission in Harvard. Unknown to her she was roomed with three boys. she promised her parents that she wouldn't be involved with relationship, but what would happen when she falls in love with her three roommates, and the three of them are in love with her, would she be able to keep her promise? and who would she choose among the three of them.
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I am Barbara Jones, I have been dreaming of going to Harvard college for architecture. They are very selective when it comes to admission process, and you can't even buy your way in. I am smart, don't get me wrong but I applied a month ago and my application is still pending. Two weeks ago, one of my Uncles that works there contacted us and told us about a private school, Philips Academy (Andover) that is linked with Harvard and if I'm able to get good grades that I would be given admission in Harvard. So I am transferring there for my senior year I stared at my reflection, smoothing out the wrinkles on my dress. My mom, dad, and Uncle Stanley were all smiles, but I could sense the underlying tension. Today was the day I'd leave for Phillips Academy in Massachusetts. "Barbie, sweetie, you're going to do great things," my mom said, her voice trembling. I forced a smile, trying to reassure her. "I'll be fine, Mom. I promise." My dad cleared his throat. "Remember, Barbie, you're going to Phillips Academy for one reason: to get into Harvard. Don't let anything distract you." I rolled my eyes, feeling a familiar surge of frustration. "Dad, I know. You've only reminded me, like, a million times." "if you need anything just contact us, but don't be extravagant, I don't want to go bankrupt" he joked. "good thing you know that you will, because I will buy all the expensive things I lay my eyes on" I chuckled. "I would just cut you out" he said and then laughed. Uncle Stanley chuckled. "Hey, kiddo, your dad just wants the best for you. And I'm happy to help make that happen." As we hugged goodbye, I felt a mix of emotions: excitement, nervousness, and a hint of resentment. Why did my parents have to be so overbearing? The drive to the airport was quiet, with only Uncle Stanley's occasional attempts at small talk breaking the silence. When we arrived at Phillips Academy, the picturesque campus took my breath away. As we walked to the principal's office, Uncle Stanley filled me in on the details. "So, Barbie, you'll be staying in a dorm room with three other students. It's a great opportunity to make new friends." I raised an eyebrow. "Three other students? You mean, like, roommates?" Uncle Stanley nodded. "That's right, kiddo. You'll have to learn to share space and get along." he also added "and your dad prepared a chaffeur for you when you reach there, plus you would be staying in a dorm room" I frowned, feeling a twinge of anxiety. This was not what I had signed up for. I frowned and said "I think I would hate it here" He looked at me and then said "you can always come back home" I glared at him. "I mean it's for the best" "I can manage". When we arrived at the principal's office, I was greeted by Principal Valencia, a stunning woman with piercing brown eyes and a warm smile. She was a tall beautiful woman with brown straight hair, she had curves and she was young. She wore a white shirt with a black straight skirt that shows her curves and the put on a black blazer. "hi, I am Principal Valencia are you the transfer student?" she was very polite, I liked her already. Stanley replied for me " yes she is, her name is Barbara Jones, beautiful" "oh! a Jones, I would go through your files" yes I forgot to mention, my family is very rich and popular. "I'm thrilled to have you on board. I must say, your file is impressive." I blushed, feeling a surge of pride. "Thank you, Principal Valencia." "you are here for architecture, and you want to be able to secure a spot in Harvard, that's what your file says" I nodded and then she proceeded " you would have to pick an extracurricular activity, just come to my office tomorrow morning" "sure" I replied. "it also says here in your file that you are to stay in an expensive dorm room, we have only one left, and someone outside would take you there" "sure beautiful, I'm sure it would look good like you" Stanley said to her with a Flirtatious smile. Valencia blushed and then said "I hope so too" Stanley only smirked. This is one thing I hate about him, he always flirts with any lady he sees. As Uncle Stanley excused himself to take a call, Principal Valencia leaned in, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "Barbara, I have to warn you: the dorm room you'll be staying in is...interesting. The students you'll be rooming with are all unique, to say the least." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Unique?" Principal Valencia smiled mischievously. "Let's just say they'll keep you on your toes." As I left the principal's office, I couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead. Little did I know, my life was about to get a whole lot more complicated.Chapter 63 - Liam's POVI received a letter from my artist role model, I haven't opened it yet, I feel like I would like what was in it, and at the same time hate it.I opened it later and read it again an again, then placed it back on my table. The letter sat on the edge of my desk like a loaded weapon. I read it again for the fifth time, though the words hadn’t changed: You have been selected to join Master Renaud Laurent for a six-month artist residency in Paris, France. Paris. Six months. With my role model. My dream. So why did my stomach churn with something more than nerves? I glanced at the window. The sky outside our apartment was a dull gray, with streaks of early spring rain. The soft patter on the glass was normally calming, but today it felt like a ticking clock. Each drop was a second slipping by, a countdown. Barbie was at school. I knew she’d be home soon. I turned to the canvas I’d been working on—a portrait that had Barbie written all over it, even if I hadn’t
Jasper’s POV It was like I was watching from the sidelines, a quiet observer to something I couldn’t be part of, even if I wanted to. The image of Barbie and Liam together, so effortlessly happy, kept replaying in my mind. Every time I thought about it, my chest tightened, and my stomach twisted with a mixture of jealousy, confusion, and something much darker. I had been trying to convince myself that I was fine with everything—that Barbie had made her choice, and I needed to move on. But seeing them together, seeing her smile the way she hadn’t smiled with me, shattered whatever I had managed to hold together. The night before, I had been in London with my dad. He had insisted on a few days away, and though I didn’t mind spending time with him, my mind had been elsewhere. The moment I stepped back into the apartment today, the tension in the air hit me instantly. There was no mistaking it—Barbie was with Liam, and she wasn’t just “hanging out” with him. No, it was different now. I
Chapter 61: They Visit an Art Gallery Together, Liam’s Painting is Featured There was an excitement in the air as Liam and I walked side by side through the busy streets of the city. The day had started like any other—quiet, peaceful, and full of the usual routine. But today was different. Today, Liam’s work was going to be showcased at the prestigious art gallery downtown. His painting—a piece that I had seen him work on tirelessly for weeks—was being featured as part of a group exhibition. I could see the nerves in his eyes, despite his outward calm, and I couldn’t help but feel proud of him. He deserved this. He deserved everything that was coming his way. “You alright?” I asked, glancing over at him as we approached the gallery. He had been quiet since we left our apartment, lost in his own thoughts. Liam gave me a small, reassuring smile. “Yeah, just… you know. A little nervous, I guess.” I chuckled, nudging him with my elbow. “You’ve been working on this for weeks, Liam. Y
Chapter 60: Barbie and Liam Are Officially Together, Romantic and Warm The day felt like the beginning of something new, something better than I had ever allowed myself to imagine. After all the confusion, the heartbreaks, and the doubts, here I was, with Liam—finally, truly, with him. I could feel the weight of everything that had happened slowly fade away as we moved forward, hand in hand. For once, it felt like the future was something I could look forward to, and it was right there, just within reach. It wasn’t some grand gesture that made it official, nor was it a dramatic confession in front of a crowd. It was the little moments—the way Liam’s hand felt when he held mine, the way his smile made everything around me brighter, the way we could talk about everything and nothing at the same time. We were a team, and we always had been. But today, it finally felt real. We had spent the day together, much like we had over the past few weeks—laughing, teasing, and getting to know
Chapter 59: Quiet Moments of Happiness, Feels Like the Calm Before the Storm Everything felt calm. For the first time in what felt like ages, I was able to breathe easy. I woke up every morning with a sense of peace that I hadn’t realized I was missing. The mornings had become our time. Liam and I would wake up early, with the soft light of the sun filtering through the blinds, and we would make breakfast together, laughing at silly jokes, and enjoying the simplicity of being in each other’s presence. We’d sit together at the kitchen table, talking about everything and nothing, savoring each moment. I remember one particular morning when the scent of freshly brewed coffee and pancakes filled the air. Liam had that look on his face, the one that I now recognized as his “I have a plan” face, as he set down a small plate in front of me with a goofy grin. “What’s this?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Pancakes,” Liam said, his voice full of mock innocence. “But with a twist.” I looke
Chapter 58: Barbie and Liam Reconcile, Start a Real Relationship The days following my rejection of Ethan had passed in a strange, almost surreal haze. I was walking through life, but it felt like I was moving in slow motion, as if I were trying to outrun the consequences of my own decisions. The decision to break things off with Ethan had been the right one—at least, that’s what I kept telling myself—but the weight of it all still lingered, especially because of Liam. The night of the confrontation with Ethan had opened something inside me. The walls I had built up to protect myself were starting to crumble, and the more I thought about everything that had happened—everything I’d been through—the more I realized something else, something I’d been blind to until now. It wasn’t just that I was tired of the drama with Ethan. It wasn’t just that I needed to find peace with myself. No, it was bigger than that. It was Liam. It had always been Liam. I just hadn’t been ready to admit it
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