IAN's POV :
“I need your help,” Emma said as soon as I opened my apartment door. She was standing there with a long roll of paper, post-it notes, markers, and this huge ass book in her hand.
“Anything for you,” I replied and moved out of her way.
She walked straight for the coffee table and slammed the big book down. She then rolled out the poster thing and it turned out to be a map of the country. I took a seat next to her on the floor and read the title of the big book, The Princeton Review Complete Book of Colleges.
“My parents, my guidance counselor, my friends—everyone wouldn’t shut up about college,” she groaned and scattered the markers out on the coffee table. “So if I’m gonna have to figure this out, I’m gonna need your help,”
“Okay,” I said patiently. This was no
