I recently moved to my dorm in college. I'm a freshman so who knows what ever could happen this year.

I'm terrified as shit. My anxiety has gotten worst ever since I got accepted. I should really be thankful for it more. Like I am! Like I really really am thankful that I got in.

It's just that I'm not excited for me to suffer from my mental health that's being topped as a cherry on top all of the school work that's gonna be announced soon.

Also I'm fucking terrified in doing two courses. I'm taking business management AND bachelor of music. I want to take two courses because I am so scared if I'm going to fail.

Failing is one of my weaknesses. People have made fun of me because I'm too "dumb" or too "stupid" and also some even call me an "idiot".

I hate it. And that's why I wanna work hard. Study hard. My goals in life is just to be, successful.

I'm taking bachelor of music because I'm actually very passionate about creating music and learning and expressing myself through it. I also want to help teach people what music really is

I decided to get a job in a record store because I need enough money to y'know, start saving up.

I'm actually so pumped for this job because I could get free vinyls, shirts and cassettes. I'm kind of curious if I'm the only one organizing the CDs and vinyls.

Let's see.

I head out my dorm and into the store. It's empty but there were a few kids checking out the graphic shirts.

"Good morning, Kathleen" i wave then smiled. "good morning, Y/n" she smiled back. "Anyone new who's getting a job here?" I tip toe to reach the counter. She stands up and goes the the computer.

"Let me see, hm" I tip toe more to see the computer screen. "We have a guy, a student and ... you both are in the same college, his name is Fi-"

But before she could finish, the door opened and the bell rang. The bells connected to the door so everytime it chimes, someone has entered or left the store.

The person who entered, has curly hair, he's tall and he had shades on. He took them off and for some reason I could never take my eyes off of him. It's so fucking weird.

He puts his bag down next to the counter and stands next to me. Me still looking at him. He notices then I quickly moved my head back to Kathleen. I scooted over then got my bag and went into the employee's room.

When I was going to the room I had this sweaty feeling. It's like something from what happened in high school.

Oh shit.

Don't tell me that's, Finn? From highschool? My ..... ex.

When the fuck?
Why the fuck?
What the fuck?
How the fuck?

I was looking forward to this job with no distractions and I get this?

Fucking hell.