After I most likely bombed my test this afternoon, I headed straight back to my dorm so that I could pack up for the weekend. I made sure to connect my phone to my Bluetooth speaker as soon as I walked through my door, so I can listen to my current favorite songs on repeat as I began to pack my bag. Spotify must've picked up on my preferences because the second my speaker was connected, John Mayer's angelic voice began to fill my room.

I can't imagine we will do much besides hang around the house this weekend, so I'm only bringing my comfiest loungewear. However, I did make sure to pack a couple of pretty pairs of underwear since Eli will most likely be seeing them.

After last weekend, I basically made up my mind that I was ready to have sex with him. I haven't told him that, of course, because I didn't want to make a rash decision right after he asked me to be his girlfriend. But, I've always wanted to wait for someone I trusted and someone I was hopefully in love with. I couldn't trust someone more than I do Eli, and even though I would never admit it because it's far too early and I will freak him out, I think I'm starting to fall in love with him.

Shit, who am I kidding? I am in love with him, and I have been for a while now. I don't know if it was the day at the pond or when he took me to play basketball as a way to learn about my dad, but I've fallen, that's for sure.

I've never been in love before, so I suppose you could question how I know that I am now, but I don't have the words to explain it. I just know that I am. I'm more confident when I'm with Eli, I think about him always, and I want the best for him. Not to mention that I feel different when I'm with him. I feel more...me.

So, in the words of my guy, John Mayer, whom I have been happily playing on repeat for a couple of weeks now as I let my feelings wash over me, "Anything less than I love you, is lying."

While zipping up my duffle bag, I hear a knock on the door, and it opens before I can respond.

"Hi baby," I say as the smile on my lips grows from seeing Eli enter my room. I haven't seen him since Monday, and he looks just as handsome as ever.

"Hey," he flatly responds before bending down and quickly pecking my lips. "Ready to go?" He asks as he takes my duffle and swings if over his shoulder, walking out of my room before I can respond.7

Okay, what the fuck was that? Eli has never once said "hey" to me, not to mention the fact that he barely even looked in my direction or embraced me after we've been apart all week. What was that about?

Down in the parking lot, Marc and Ali both have a look of confusion and worry plastered on their faces, matching the one on mine. They must've already encountered Eli this afternoon.

The drive to the house in Eli's truck is incredibly awkward. Marc and Ali are sitting in the back, and I'm in the passenger seat. The ride has been entirely silent as everyone picks up on the weird vibe Eli is putting out. Not once has he looked in my direction or even put his hand on my thigh as he usually does. He just keeps driving with his right hand on the steering wheel while leaning into his door, seeming to try to create as much space between us as possible.