Every person enters your life for a reason.

Sometimes we learn why they happen to be in our lives, but most times they leave us in the dust, wondering why they were ever relevant in our lives to begin with.

Most people are in your life to teach you a lesson, and some are just there to annoy you without any purpose whatsoever... Or so you would think.

Unfortunately, many of us have plenty of experience with the unintelligent. But I, Victoria Wolfe, have experienced this firsthand for many years.

You may wonder who I consider in my life to be the ignorant.

No, it isn't my ex-boyfriend, my ex-best friend, nor my worst enemy... It's my father.

My dad and I have never gotten along... Well, maybe we have now that I think hard about it. But if we actually ever did get along, it was before I could speak.

My father has gone completely haywire ever since my mother died when I was six years old. Once she left us, my father put up rules and regulations for my life, controlling every single aspect of it. He insisted that the rest of my life needed structure, informing me of my lack of consistency in life.

I had just lost my mother at six years old and I needed consistency? Of course, consistency is a fantastic thing, but he wanted me to be responsible for it.

Anyways, since he owns Wolfe Enterprises, he has the power to dictate a lot more than the typical father could with his own son or daughter. Multiple assistants work for him, and most of them would do whatever he asked them to, including sending in my application for New York University.

Don't get me wrong, NYU is a fantastic school, but compared to the schools that I was accepted to, it definitely wasn't my first choice.

I received acceptance letters from Yale, Harvard, and Brown University. These are my dream schools; the schools that I grew up fantasizing about. These are the schools that students can only hope and pray to get accepted into.

I've expressed my anger many times to my father regarding my attendance at NYU, but he always tells me that I will become distracted with something, like boys, and never graduate, therefore, not allowing me to attend a school of my choosing.

I remember his exact words on the day I opened the acceptance letter:

"New York University will keep you on track with your studies... You know, keep you away from those boys. You will never graduate at any other college; you will be a failure."

One of the reasons that my father is forcing me to stay at NYU is so he can keep a close eye on me. His offices are just a few miles away from the campus.

But at this moment, he's almost right about me. I am a failure.

I guess that's why I'm sitting in this small coffee shop, skipping my classes, and staring out the window at the rain.

I could never go back there, back to NYU. Hell, I didn't even want to attend that college in the first place, but that's besides the point. I could never show my face again without being the laughing stock of my friends... Well, the friends I thought I had.

Those "friends" of mine, were in my life with an ulterior motive. They were never my friends, not even acquaintances.

Don't even get me started on him. He played me like a puppet, and I let him toy with me as he lied straight to my face.

No, I can't go back. I can't see him again because I may or may not completely lose it.

Brendan Gallagher entered my life to teach me a lesson. The lesson to never trust anyone ever again.