âThat is definitely how I got into school.â Wilbur says with a hint of amusement, giving the girl an unphased look. He was never the best in classes, never the A student, or the valedictorian type. He got into university because his parents wanted him in university. He wasnât ashamed of that. At least not anymore. He used to be weird about it. It used to bother him, until he learned to just⊠stop caring. He wasnât a genius and he was never gonna be. No use crying over spilt milk. âYouâre not gonna make me feel bad for having money, Bella.â
âOkay, no, you canât just pull the foreigner card!â Wilbur insist with a snort, sitting up against the bookshelf across from her so he can be at eye level with the girl, âAre you trying to tell me that if you were in France right now you would be doing anything different? Youâre right, this is you. You canât use the country as an excuse. Youâre not adjusting to the countries behaviors, trust me, there are predictable people just like you probably in the dorm next door, studying or some shit- but you - and they - have to evolve somehow!â
Wilbur rolls his eyes at the question, feeling as if the answer is obvious. âFirst of all, itâs boring. You canât live a life where the only change you expose yourself to is a change of font. You gotta⊠have new experiences.â Wilbur raises a brow, reaches across the space between them to tap the cover of her book as he says, âTell your own stories. You canât just relive the same day over and over with minimal alterations all your life, Bella, thatâs literally insane.âÂ