“What’s your biggest fear?” (Spiders. And graduating with no plan.) “What’s a memory you’d relive?” (My dad teaching me to drive stick shift.) “Who broke your heart first?” (A boy named Liam. Sophomore year of high school. Cliché.)
“So,” he said. “Am I your first college… thing?” College Rules - Lucky Fucking Freshman
Because the real rule of college isn’t about avoiding trouble. “What’s your biggest fear
I nodded along. Took notes in my phone. Packed my pepper spray next to my extra-long twin sheets. Cliché
And here’s the part I don’t tell my mom: It was good . Not magical. Not the movies. But good in the way that makes you forget why you were scared in the first place. He was careful. Attentive. Kept asking, “You okay?” until I finally laughed and said, “Cole, I’m fine. Just shut up.”