break? Are you staying here with Garret?” “No. I’m flying home on Friday. Garret’s staying here.” “Why isn’t he going home with you?” Whenever he mentions Garret, Carson’s tone always makes it sound like he’s making an accusation or a judgment. “He’s having some problems with that reality show and all the publicity around it, so he needs to hide out at his house.” “I’ve seen the promos for that show. The way they promote it, you’d think Garret’s the star of it. And his face is all over the Internet. Well, not just his face. Where do they get all those photos anyway?” I assume he’s talking about the photos that show Garret shirtless or only wearing swim trunks. They have a ton of them on the website for the reality show. “I don’t know where they get the photos, but they shouldn’t be on the Internet without his consent.” “Why isn’t Garret’s dad suing the producers? I’m sure he has a whole team of lawyers.” “He does, but they advised him to ignore it and keep quiet until the show is over.” My laptop’s low battery signal is flashing and I search my bag for the power cord. “So what are your plans for spring break?” “I’m going home. But I decided to drive instead of fly because I wasn’t sure when I was coming back. None of my friends will be home and I’m not sure I want to sit around with my parents for a week.” “That’s a long drive.” I reach down and plug in the power cord. “I don’t mind. It’s not like when you’re a kid stuck in the back seat. I actually had a good time driving out here.” Class begins, and I spend the next hour trying to catch up from what I missed. I feel so behind from missing just a couple days. The same thing happens at my classes on Friday. The professors have moved on to new material that builds on what I missed when I was out. It’s like I missed two weeks of class. By Friday afternoon I don’t feel so good walking back to my dorm. My dizziness is back and my head hurts. When I get to my room, Garret’s there, swiping through his phone. “Hey, how was class?” He kisses me as he takes my backpack and sets it on the desk. I collapse on the bed. “I’m exhausted. I think I’ll skip dinner and just go to sleep.” “You’re not skipping dinner.” He comes over and sits beside me. “What’s wrong? Did you overdo it the past couple days?” “Yeah. I think I did.” I rub my head, trying to make the aching go away. “Then we’ll have a quiet weekend. What do you want to do?” I groan. “Study. Write a paper.” “When’s the paper due? Can it wait?” “It’s not really a paper. It’s a lab summary for chem. It’s due on Tuesday, but I have to do it this weekend or I won’t get it done on time.” “Make Carson do it.” “He did the last one. I can’t make him do this one, too.” “I’m sure he’d do it, Jade. Just let him write this one and you can write the next two. You need to rest up so you’ll feel better when you go home over break.” “Yeah, that’s true. I’ll call him quick. Could you grab my phone?” He brings it over to me and I call Carson. He agrees to do the paper and even seems happy about it. I set the phone down. “Well, that’s one thing I don’t have to worry about.” “Come on.” Garret tugs on my arms until I sit up. “Let’s go upstairs and watch a movie. And later I’ll order something for dinner.” I yawn. “I’ll probably fall asleep.” “That’s okay.” He kisses my forehead. “You sleep and I’ll watch a movie.” “That’s a really boring Friday night. You should go out and do something. Call Decker and see what he’s doing.” My head slumps down on Garret’s shoulder. “You’re not getting rid of me, sleepy girl. Do I need to carry you upstairs?” “No, I can make it. But could you grab my pajamas so I don’t have to come down here later?” He goes to my drawer and pulls out some