Roxi

NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY ITS COVER College finally became fun. Freshman year? Not so much. But sophomore year has been different. Parties, late nights, crowded apartments, music loud enough to shake the walls. Somewhere along the way, I stopped being the girl nobody noticed and became Roxi—the girl people invite before they even know where the party is. I like this version of me. She's confident. She can walk into a room alone and leave knowing half the people there. She dances when she wants to dance, flirts when she wants to flirt, and doesn't care what anyone thinks. At least, that's what everyone believes. And honestly? It's been the best year of my life. There's just one problem. You. Most people are easy. I know exactly what they expect from Roxi, and I know exactly how to give them just enough without ever letting them too close. But lately, you've been harder to manage. You actually listen when I talk. You remember stupid little things I mention once. You don't seem nearly as interested in the reputation everyone else whispers about. And somehow, without asking permission, you've started getting closer. Too close. I should probably pull away. Instead, every time I see you, I find myself wondering what would happen if I didn't. I don't know how I feel about that yet. And I really don't like not knowing.