University Girlfriend Novels & Stories

I said, my voice low, almost pleading, “I hope he doesn’t have a girlfriend in this college. Or someone who’s… obsessed with him.” She went quiet. Too quiet. That alone made my stomach twist. “Well,” she said slowly, sitting up fully now, “that’s actually why I came here.” My heart skipped. “Why?” She looked at me with an expression that wasn’t playful or teasing anymore. It was serious. Careful. “Because he does.” The room felt smaller. I swallowed hard. “A girlfriend?” I asked. She shook her head slightly. “Not officially. But someone who believes she is.”

I had to leave for Chicago this evening for an orientation visit at the university, as that's where I'll be going next year. “Trust me, you'll love college life,” she said. Of course, she knew. She was already done with university. “I’m sure…” I cleared my throat, clearly not interested in taking the conversation further. “Can we talk?” I turned to Anthony, who seemed to be now on his phone. He woke up before me this morning, came to bed late last night, and avoided me throughout breakfast, but my time was going. “Anthony.” “Yes, Niki?” “Your girlfriend…” She used her eyes. Mhm, now she was acting like a relationship saver when she was the reason it was breaking.

When the rain started to fall steadily from the sunless sky, tapping a metrical rhythm on Will’s car, Una wished she hadn’t said yes to him when he invited her to his office party. Another party, she frowned at the image of people laughing, talking and having a blast in front of her while she stood as the observer and as an outsider. But, having to take on the role of a girlfriend, it was one of her many responsibilities to show up to whatever her boyfriend had invited her to. Or at least that was what she understood when she read those articles she googled Responsibilities of a girlfriend in a relationship and How to be a good girlfriend? during her spare time.

"I'm bored conversing with these 'yes' since they all work here. It's never enjoyable. But it's nice to talk to you. You sound exactly like my girlfriend." "Do you have a girlfriend?" "Do I appear to be missing one?" "How did she fall for you with this attitude?" I smiled at her and asked, "Do you believe in the fact that I have a girlfriend?" "You don't appear to be a liar. So, what's her name?" "Helen. She's in the United Kingdom. We met while I was attending business school." "Classmates?" "Yeah." "May I ask you a question?" "Sure, go ahead." "You went to business school but ended up making garments. I don't understand it very well. Can someone be interested in two things at the same time

“I’m good, thanks.” One of her friends, a tall girl with dark hair, giggled. “Oh, come on, Ash, give him a break,” she said, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You can’t blame him for being distracted. He’s probably just thinking about his girlfriend.” Ashley’s smile tightened, but she didn’t back down. “Please,” she said, waving a dismissive hand. “High school sweethearts are so… temporary. College is where you really find yourself.” she said, looking from me to her, her eyes full of a confidence that made my skin crawl, “we would totally make an ‘it’ couple. You know, the power couple of the campus.”

She stated seriously. “You can still enjoy being single with me. I like you. I don’t normally do this. I just go out with women and hook up. But with you I want to try.” “Excuse me. Should I be flattered or worried?” She stated. “I don’t know. The last time I had a girlfriend was when I was in university and after that I only did hook ups.” I admitted. “You want me to be your girlfriend? Are you crazy?” She stated and glared at me. “I don’t even know you. And you don’t know me.”

He turned his face to the girl, and said lightly, "This is Zoey Delia, student of the University of Arcadia." Sure enough, she was still a university student. However, Jenna would not be stupid enough to think that university students were all innocent and disciplined. Girls nowadays were very open-minded once they attended university. Forget them, even when she was in college, there were already girls and boys being in relationships everywhere. "Hello." Zoey stood up, ran toward Jenna, took her by the hand, and smiled sweetly. "Sister, you are so beautiful." Jenna smiled awkwardly. She felt very uncomfortable, but Zoey was being so polite and enthusiastic so she couldn't turn around and lea

Ivan snorted, "Yeah, you could say that. Why? And I'll pretend you didn't just insult me because I'm magnanimous like that... and family." "Right, cousin." I rolled my eyes. "My girlfriend studies art conservation at University of London. She's American and needs a work visa to stay here indefinitely." "Wait. Back your ass up. Did you just say your girlfriend? The elusive Blackstone is off the market? How is this possible, mate?" I should have known I'd get harassed the moment I opened my mouth. I laughed a little awkwardly. "I hardly know, but yeah, she's brilliant at restoring paintings and she really loves what she does. And I really don't want her visa expiring..."

They started dating after they met at the homecoming party, back in the first year of university. Being Asian didn’t mean she was less popular than those blonde cheerleaders or sexy Latinas. She was a badass in her own way. Every subject she took was a piece of cake to her. Her fashion taste was top-notch despite the prices. Both girls and boys respected her for her humility and sincerity reflected in her smile and kind gesture. No wonder the university heartthrob fell for her. During the four-year studies, they represented the couple goals everyone wanted to have. Thus they were nominated as a legendary couple.

"I thought about going to college for psychology or something. My friends and I actually planned to go to this university together—Long Range University. It’s in New York." I frown, thinking. "Never heard of it." She waves a hand. "It’s nothing fancy. Not your kind of rich-boy university." I chuckle, resting my head back on the pillow. "Damn. How great would it be to go to the same college as you?" She snorts. "Except we’re broke." I laugh too, turning my head to look at her. But as soon as I do, I forget how to fucking breathe. Her green eyes…. bright and warm, lock onto mine. And fuck, she’s so damn beautiful.