Page 18 of Walkoff Wedding

Now, I just have to figure out what to do from here.

chapter six

Addie

The moment I get to campus, I realize something unusual is definitely happening, and as always, I am completely out of the loop.

My brow furrows as I pass another bright blue flyer taped to the wall of the art building, but since I’m already late after tearing my room apart again this morning on the off chance that I just somehow missed my sketchbook when I searched last night, I keep power walking toward my class.

Dr. Hart hates when we’re late, and the last thing I want is to give him a reason to call me out when I’m already missing the most important thing I need for his class.

I’m screwed. Like royally, completely, totally screwed.

After everything that happened over the weekend with Brent, the party, and the revelations about his deceit, it feels like I haven’t been able to catch my breath, and losing my sketchbook is truly just the icing on the cake.

The knot of anxiety in my stomach has unraveled slightly, knowing that I don’t technically have to marry someone I’m disgusted by to keep the bakery. But there’s still the heavy sense of unease remaining because I still have to figure out how I can save Ever After without marrying that jerk just to get us out of debt.

I slip into my seat just as the heavy door slams shut and breathe a sigh of relief. I made it.

Barely.

Pulling out a fresh notebook from my backpack, I flip to the first blank page and wince.

It’s bare, and it shouldn’t be.

It should be filled with my notes and sketches for my art portfolio.

I attempt to pay attention to his lecture, doodling in the margins of the blank pages until class is dismissed.

“Did you see this?” the tall, lanky brunette who I think is named Alison whispers to her friend next to me. “Apparently, Prince Charming has them all over campus. Literally, like everywhere. Seems like he’s looking for an OU art student.”

Prince Charming? My curiosity is piqued, so I glance over and see her holding the same blue flyer that I saw posted on every surface of the art building on my way to class.

“All I can say is whoever it is, she’s a lucky girl. I mean, what a grand gesture, right? What guy do you know who would do something like this?” her friend replies, a dreamy expression on her face. “I can’t wait to see if he finds his ArtGirl. So romantic.”

ArtGirl?

My heart drops to my stomach when I hear that name. I… I mean, that’s a fairly common name, right? It couldn’t be…

“Um, hi, could I see that?” I mumble quietly, and the girl nods, thrusting the paper into my shaky hand. I barely notice them leaving as my eyes scan the flyer.

Prince Charming Searching For His Artgirl

If you’re her, then I found something special that belongs to you and only fate can get it back to you. -Jockboy

Oh. My. God.

The floor feels like it might have fallen out beneath me as I collapse into the lecture theater chair, holding on to the paper for dear life. I stare down at the flyer in my hand with wide eyes, exhaling shakily before reading it again.

And again.

And then… again.

This has to be just a crazy… coincidence, right?

I think back to the conversations I had on the OU forum with… Jockboy.

The boy who stumbled into my life by happenstance, who became more to me than I ever imagined he could. I flash back to all the nights spent talking to him until the early hours of the morning, only signing off when I could hardly keep my eyes open for a second longer. How I would anxiously await the next message from him the next day, like a lovesick fool. How I couldn’t wait to tell him about my day or how I was feeling because somehow, it felt like he was the only person in the world I felt like I could just be me with.

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