All Chapters of what we shouldn't be: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE FIONA’S POV Surprisingly, I woke up happy today. For the first time in a while, things felt like they were finally getting better. The sunlight streamed through the curtains, warming my room with a soft golden glow. I stretched my hands beneath the blankets and reached for my phone.No new messages.“Hmm, that’s weird. Kenz usually texts me good morning.”He was never much of a morning texter, so that didn’t seem suspicious. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling for a moment. A slight pain shot through my leg. Nothing serious, just the little bruises left from the accident.I stared at my phone again, scrolling through me and Kenz’s texts. The last few days had been weird between us. Not distant, just weird.I mean, we usually shared kisses in public. But suddenly he said he didn’t like the idea anymore. And whenever I tried to spend time with him, he always had these flimsy excuses.Sorry Fiona, I have to study.My baby, Dan, isn’t feeling well, so my a

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE TORIA’S POV I hated goodbyes. Not because they were emotional, not because they are pretentious, but because they are unnecessary. I mean there was always someone crying, someone giving an annoying speech. Or somebody acting as if you were being deployed for war, meanwhile you’re just leaving for a couple weeks.It’s just something about this that gave me the ick. Why do humans show lots of emotions for people that may or might not actually give a fuck about them? It’s quite absurd.Thankfully everyone in my house was sound asleep. Everything was quiet, my street lay serene and my house stood silent. Peace and quiet, all I’ve wished for.I rolled onto my back, gazing at the glowing star stickers on my ceiling, as they reflected onto my face. Everything felt normal, I wasn’t dying or getting a kidney transplant. Yet everyone kept acting like tomorrow had some life changing effect. But I didn’t see it that way. I was getting on a plane. Not winning a lottery.

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.TORIA’S POVI woke up convinced I was in heaven. There was no other explanation. I hadn’t slept on a bed as soft as this before. It was divine. I mean rich people always had their fun with things but this was extraordinary. My room was the size of a classroom, bigger than the one I had in Greenville. I had expensive Basquiats sitting beautifully on the walls. It felt like a palace. Even the air smelt expensive. I opened my eyes slowly and immediately regretted it. Sunlight occupied the room through the gigantic windows, making it impossible to go back to sleep.I groaned.“Fuck my life.”I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling briefly. I had antique diamond chandeliers hung on the ceiling. I never understood why rich people spent money on unnecessary things. I mean aren’t we just using this shit to see? I stood up sluggishly and went towards the balcony. The view of the yard and garden amused me. How can plants and trees bring so much peace to me? The rich

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN KENZ’S POV The campus wasn’t as bad as I expected. It honestly surprised me. But one thing stood out to me the most. It was too crowded. Students dragged suitcases across the hallway while parents stood around giving last minute advice no one was listening to. Some people looked excited, some people looked exhausted. But for me, I didn’t know what I felt. All I knew was that I was going to be living with new people again. I didn’t have a clue what it’d be like, but I was eager to find out. My room was on the third floor of one of the newer dorm buildings. The walk up there was exhausting, but nothing I couldn’t handle. My room wasn’t huge, but it was decent. I had an air conditioner fixed in the corner of the room. Two beds sat on opposite sides, with matching desks beneath the windows. A wardrobe stood beside a moderately sized bathroom. It wasn’t big, but it was okay. I dropped my duffel bag onto the corner of my bed and pounced on it. I let out a

CHAPTER TWENTY NINE ETHAN'S POV Mornings had always been my favorite part of the day because they felt steady and reliable in a way that nothing else in my life really managed to do. I liked how everything followed the same familiar pattern each time, which gave me this quiet sense of calm that I could actually count on even when the rest of my world felt messy. I would wake up and spend a full hour sitting there meditating with my thoughts before heading off to take a long, cool bath that always helped clear my head and get me ready for whatever the day was going to throw at me. Those two simple things were honestly what I looked forward to more than anything else when I first opened my eyes. Back at home, things had always been completely different. There was never any real Peace or quiet found anywhere in the house. My dad ran everything like one long basketball practice,. Where discipline wasnt something you switched off and on. It was something you lived every second of th