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Chapter Nineteen

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"I'd like to laugh with you for the rest of my life."

- unknown

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Luna's POV

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One Year Later

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I'm jolted awake by someone jumping on my bed.

"I have big news, Luney! Wake the fúck up!"

"God dammit, Laney. What do you want?" I groan, rolling over in my bed and shoving my face into my pillow.

"Guess which celebrity couple just broke up?" She sings and the bed jiggles, indicating that she's doing a little dance.

Her words make me pause. I quickly sit up to level her with a stare. "You're kidding."

She grins. "Nope. It's not just a rumour either. She posted about it on Instagram."

"Has he said anything?" I ask, quickly scrambling for my phone that sits on my bedside table. I have a few notifications including a couple unread emails and a missed call. I find that the missed call is from my Mom and deflate slightly.

"No, but he doesn't post anything personal, really, anyway. It's definitely true, Luney."

"Holy shít," I whisper, turning to stare at her, a little smile forming on my lips, "holy shít!"

Here's the thing. Jackson and I didn't last long. Six months in and I called it quits. I knew that relationship was never going to last. Oli and Georgia on the other hand? Surprisingly long term.

Until now, I guess.

So why am I so happy about this? Because I've hardly seen Oli the last two years and it's because of her. I went to one of his games about six months after I met her and they came to my 21st birthday, but after that I haven't seen him since. Because Georgia got jealous. So she made excuse after excuse as to why I couldn't see him. Our phone calls dwindled to once a month, texting every other day. No matter how hard we tried, the distance between us was inevitable.

But now that she's out of the picture, I might finally get my best friend back.

"Are you going to call him?" Alana asks, sitting cross legged on my bed.

I frown, "I shouldn't. That was a pretty serious relationship. He might be upset."

"Meaning you should definitely call him. He'll want to hear from you."

"If he wanted to talk to me, he'd call me," I disagree, "He has a busy schedule, I wouldn't want to bother him."

She scoffs, "Bother him? You know he'd drop everything to talk to you."

"He doesn't have to. I'll send him a text later," I sigh softly, opening up my emails as a distraction. I scroll through a few boring ones before my heart stops. "No fúcking way."

"What?" Alana sits up, clearly interested.

"I have an email from Harvard." I whisper.

She frowns. "We attend Harvard, Luney. That's not new."

I shake my head, "Harvard Law."

Her eyes widen, "Your results? Did you get in?"

"I haven't opened it," I look up at her, "I'm scared. What if I don't get in?"