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hell is that possible?” The seven thousand dollars that I thought could last me a year or more was suddenly going to be used up in eight or nine months. I was close to panicking. Forget panic. I was hyperventilating.
“We’re fifteen minutes from the main college campus, love. It ain’t cheap.”
“But you said it wasn’t that great of an area.”
“It ain’t.” She clocked my new-found anxiety and patted me on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. Being this close to the campus means you’re more likely to find work. There’s a whole lot of coffee houses, diners and family restaurants nearby, so you’ll have something in no time.”
“All right.”
I sucked in a breath and started getting my things unpacked and put away. Rose went back to her room to relax. I was all situated before two in the afternoon. I still couldn’t shake the uneasiness about all my savings wasting away on rent in such a short time. The only way that feeling was going to leave the pit of my stomach was when I had a job that could cover at least the rent, food and transportation. I had to get something, and fast.
My clothes were now hung up on the rolling rack. I studied which outfit would work best to get out this afternoon and start lining up places where I could apply. Coffee houses were less appealing because it meant I’d earn fewer tips. My best bet was to waitress at a decent restaurant where I could sweet-talk my way to big tips if I had to.
As I stood there deciding on what to wear, I heard my phone beep with a text. Fishing around in my purse, I found it and checked the number. It wasn’t anyone I had in my contact lists. I checked the message and shook my head, smiling.
It was Chris.
Cornerback.
‘ How’s it going in the Big Easy, little miss sunshine? ’
I knew it was him but I still replied with,
‘ Who is this? ’
My smile widened when the reply that came back read,
‘ Your white knight, sweet thing. ’
‘ How the hell did you get my number? ’
‘ I have a curious streak, Josephine Odette Celia Quinn. ’
Crap.
The son of a bitch went through my purse and found my driver’s license? I threw the phone down on the sofa beside me and quickly reached for my bag. Digging through it, I saw my wallet was still there, as well as the only cash I had to my name that had to last me until I got a job and my first paycheck. Okay, so he wasn’t a thief, but he still took this too far.
‘ Not funny, you no-good creepy bastard. ’
‘ There’s that mouth. As dirty as it is sweet. ’
‘ That wasn’t nice, searching thru my shit like that. ’
‘ You’ll be glad I got your number eventually. ’
‘ Whatever. ’
Actually I was pretty darned tickled to see his message, I just couldn’t bring myself to tell him that.
‘ Are you back in Baton Rouge yet ?’
‘ Yeah. Had a nap too. ’
‘ Good. ’
‘ Tell me something.’
‘Something like what?’
‘Have you said a single berating comment since you woke up this morning?’
I thought about it. I don’t think I had.
‘No.’
‘That’s cuz I rubbed off on you. ’
‘ If you say so. ’
‘ Have a good evening, beautiful. Call or text me anytime. ’
‘ See you, Chris. ’
I put the phone down and went back to picking out clothes. I was still anxious as hell about finding work and paying my way, but my head was soaring. Good old cornerback Chris had taken the time to make sure we wouldn’t lose touch.
10
Chris
“ G et your sorry Texas ass in the car,” Slade barked when he stopped by my off-campus apartment to pick me up for the pub crawl. “We’re late as fuck.”
“Can’t be late for a pub crawl, dumbass,” I yelled. “And didn’t you say the party don’t start till you show up?”
“If the squad ain’t there, it ain’t no party, son,” Tre piped up from the backseat behind Slade. Evan was riding shotgun so I jumped in beside Tre, who had his hand held out waiting for a fist bump to greet me.
I was ready to head
“We’re fifteen minutes from the main college campus, love. It ain’t cheap.”
“But you said it wasn’t that great of an area.”
“It ain’t.” She clocked my new-found anxiety and patted me on the shoulder. “Don’t worry. Being this close to the campus means you’re more likely to find work. There’s a whole lot of coffee houses, diners and family restaurants nearby, so you’ll have something in no time.”
“All right.”
I sucked in a breath and started getting my things unpacked and put away. Rose went back to her room to relax. I was all situated before two in the afternoon. I still couldn’t shake the uneasiness about all my savings wasting away on rent in such a short time. The only way that feeling was going to leave the pit of my stomach was when I had a job that could cover at least the rent, food and transportation. I had to get something, and fast.
My clothes were now hung up on the rolling rack. I studied which outfit would work best to get out this afternoon and start lining up places where I could apply. Coffee houses were less appealing because it meant I’d earn fewer tips. My best bet was to waitress at a decent restaurant where I could sweet-talk my way to big tips if I had to.
As I stood there deciding on what to wear, I heard my phone beep with a text. Fishing around in my purse, I found it and checked the number. It wasn’t anyone I had in my contact lists. I checked the message and shook my head, smiling.
It was Chris.
Cornerback.
‘ How’s it going in the Big Easy, little miss sunshine? ’
I knew it was him but I still replied with,
‘ Who is this? ’
My smile widened when the reply that came back read,
‘ Your white knight, sweet thing. ’
‘ How the hell did you get my number? ’
‘ I have a curious streak, Josephine Odette Celia Quinn. ’
Crap.
The son of a bitch went through my purse and found my driver’s license? I threw the phone down on the sofa beside me and quickly reached for my bag. Digging through it, I saw my wallet was still there, as well as the only cash I had to my name that had to last me until I got a job and my first paycheck. Okay, so he wasn’t a thief, but he still took this too far.
‘ Not funny, you no-good creepy bastard. ’
‘ There’s that mouth. As dirty as it is sweet. ’
‘ That wasn’t nice, searching thru my shit like that. ’
‘ You’ll be glad I got your number eventually. ’
‘ Whatever. ’
Actually I was pretty darned tickled to see his message, I just couldn’t bring myself to tell him that.
‘ Are you back in Baton Rouge yet ?’
‘ Yeah. Had a nap too. ’
‘ Good. ’
‘ Tell me something.’
‘Something like what?’
‘Have you said a single berating comment since you woke up this morning?’
I thought about it. I don’t think I had.
‘No.’
‘That’s cuz I rubbed off on you. ’
‘ If you say so. ’
‘ Have a good evening, beautiful. Call or text me anytime. ’
‘ See you, Chris. ’
I put the phone down and went back to picking out clothes. I was still anxious as hell about finding work and paying my way, but my head was soaring. Good old cornerback Chris had taken the time to make sure we wouldn’t lose touch.
10
Chris
“ G et your sorry Texas ass in the car,” Slade barked when he stopped by my off-campus apartment to pick me up for the pub crawl. “We’re late as fuck.”
“Can’t be late for a pub crawl, dumbass,” I yelled. “And didn’t you say the party don’t start till you show up?”
“If the squad ain’t there, it ain’t no party, son,” Tre piped up from the backseat behind Slade. Evan was riding shotgun so I jumped in beside Tre, who had his hand held out waiting for a fist bump to greet me.
I was ready to head
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