18
HARVARD
NOVEMBER 22, 2012
It was two years before Maddox and I were in close proximity again.
After our ill-fated breakup, we had finished out our senior year entirely separate. I’d gotten the job for Academy, which filmed primarily in south Atlanta. And he’d taken the Pixar job and moved to LA.
As much as I’d hated his comments, I wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to see Marley when she invited me to her Friendsgiving at Harvard. Girl was a genius, and I loved seeing her in her element. But when she’d told me that Maddox was coming, I’d almost canceled.
Two years. It had been two years since I’d seen him. It felt unfathomable.
Still, a part of me wanted to see Maddox. I’d done what he’d said wasn’t going to happen. I was the star of a hit TV show. I’d filmed two seasons of Academ
