Bobby had it all planned: She left California to pursue her dreams of being a professional photographer in London Arts Academy. She had her boots on, a luggage full of camera lenses, and she was going to have the best apartment and the best roommate ever (well, she was hoping she'd have one).

Everything seemed great. London was beautiful. The language was English. And she got in one of London's top Art schools. There was only one thing. No, two things actually. First: She broke her most expensive lens on the first day of school. Second: Turned out her roommate was a guy.

Now it was shocking for Bobby to find out that she was going to live in an apartment with a guy but what's more she can't take was that her flatmate (because that's what the British calls it) was a walking adjective: Gorgeous. The scoop? He was also one arrogant English boy.

She left home to become an artist, yes that was true, but there was something more to it. She had also been wanting to escape. She had been trying to forget about her feelings towards her bestfriend. But after having her heart broken thousands of times, it still seemed impossible for her to do just that. She still loved more than just a friend. But with this whole new scenario going on, would she finally be able to find an escape from her heartaches?


I was expecting he'd go the other way but he followed behind me and I couldn't help but notice people stare.

"You know if you didn't want people spreading rumors, I think it's best if we don't walk together. I mean when it's just the two of us," I told him.

He raised his right eyebrow.

"I don't care what they think about," he scoffed. "I am more worried some random girl would suddenly grab you and break your arm."

"Oh," was all I managed to say.

Did he say 'worried'? He's worried about me? Nah. Probably not.

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