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are very appealing, you just fail to know what good wine is,” she shot back, and I laughed as we bumped shoulders. God, how I had missed her, missed this very interaction.
    We walked down the steps to my car in complete silence, just enjoying being together again when I stopped for a moment, catching a glimpse of something across the courtyard. I lingered there for a moment drinking him in, my eyes knew that body− the silhouette, the manner in which he stood.
    “Gia?” Taylor called my name breaking me out of my inner thoughts, and I knew we needed to go. At least before he noticed us or Taylor started asking questions about who I was staring at.
    “Yeah sorry, I thought I saw someone I knew,” I lied, almost too easily. I didn’t want to explain my one night stand to her, or the fact that I kind of liked Chase but failed at admitting it. Keeping this secret to myself until I figured out exactly how I felt about everything that had transpired between us was the best thing to do.

I stood in my Carpentry class, safety glasses and protective gloves secured to my face and hands. My work area was covered in sawdust as I cut another piece of wood. I was dead set on finishing this extended shoe rack I was making for my mom, so I found myself coming in before class and staying even later more times than not.
    A hand landed firmly on my shoulder as I turned the saw off and grabbed another piece of wood to mark the measurements.
    “You keep showing this type of dedication and I have no doubt a ton of union crews will want you,” Jacobs, a master carpenter who was responsible for training us stood before me admiring my work. He was my mentor, the man that made my dreams and aspirations not seem that farfetched.
    “I hope so because right now I don’t know what’s next for me after graduation,” I spoke to him honestly.
    “You’ll figure it out. That’s what life is all about. It’ll happen the way it is intended to happen.”
    “You’re like my own personal guru,” I chuckled slightly as I grabbed another piece of wood to mark up.
    “That’s what I’m here for, but seriously I want you to come by tomorrow morning. Only if you want to. We can look at some apprenticeships, you can fill out some entry applications, and I’ll write you a sparkly little recommendation letter.”
    “I don’t know…” I mumbled, not sure if I wanted to take that route. What if I applied and no one accepted me? What then? “What if no one wants me?” I dropped the wood and looked him dead in the eyes, the feeling of not being good enough eating away at me.
    “Sometimes you have to take a risk and go from there, but most of all you have to have confidence that your work speaks for itself. Any master carpenter would be lucky to have you working underneath them. If they can’t see that, then you could always spend another year training with me to perfect your trade. Either way, I got your back.” At his words my mind went back to my mother and something she had said to me years ago.
    Dreams don’t come true for people who aren’t willing to go after them.
     

    Time passed extremely fucking slow, a deliberate attack on me I’m certain. Maybe because I’ve been a major fucking douche to everyone that spoke to me, or even looked my way. Or the fact that I couldn’t shake the memories of Gia’s body against mine as I moved on top of her, let alone the decision that needed to be made about my future. Whatever it was, I couldn’t seem to pull myself from inside of my head, and now I have to deal with this rental shit, all because Chance doesn’t have the time today to do it. I should just say fuck it. It’s not like Mom and Dad need the money. It’s not like we need roommates either.
    They could be hot chicks, two for one? The little devil sitting on my shoulder whispered in my ear.
    Shaking my head of the shit that usually gets me into trouble, I shove off my bed and head into my closet knowing that I have to find something