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not spending it alone? It’s not like he’s away overseas, or in a different state. He’s literally four dorm buildings away from mine.
And that’s when the little light bulb in my head goes off. I hurry to my room and change my clothes. Brie does her hair while I examine potential outfits.
“Where are you and your Mr. Wonderful going?”
“I don’t know yet,” I say as I make my final choice of wardrobe for tonight.
I notice Brie’s eyebrow is raised while her lips form an “O.” The need to explain feels like a very bad idea, because even in my own head it sounds ridiculous. Look, I’ll show you. Caleb and I haven’t really spoken, let alone seen each other, since Wednesday. I realize it’s been three days, but hey, this is us. Sometimes we go through these spells of not speaking. Of course, it usually happens when we’re mad at each other. But I can’t remember ticking him off, so … See? Ridiculous. Ugh!
Brie studies me. It makes me uncomfortable, like in the huge-elephant-in-the-room kind of way. Awkward. “I was wondering if you would mind doing me a favor tonight?” she asks.
“What is it?”
“Can you stay with your man tonight? I’m totally bringing Elliot back here.”
I almost ask her who the hell Elliot is, but I remember this is my roommate. She’s kind of a skank. I like her, don’t get me wrong, but the girl doesn’t make men work for anything. She’s always hooking up with someone so that I completely lose count and track of their names.
I chew the inside of my cheek and nod. I know! I know. I should totally sit her down and tell her to quit being so easily available, but my last attempt turned out so bad. No, really, it was monumental. Not only did she cry, scream curse, and call me every name in the book, she threw shit at me. Literally launched a freaking alarm clock in my direction, like I was the asshole who broke her heart or left her somewhere. Never again. Sometimes you just have to watch them crash and burn and hope they figure it out sooner rather than later.
Dressed in my outfit, I sit at my desk and apply a little bit of makeup. I’m pretty simple: eyeliner, a little mascara, and lip gloss. Bam. Done. I study my loose curls and decide to straighten them. I haven’t done it forever and Caleb likes my hair straight every once in a while.
After twenty minutes of running a flat iron through my hair, I do a recheck of myself, then grab my purse and coat, and my gift for Caleb, and wave goodbye to Brie, who’s applying makeup. “Have fun,” she says. “Thanks again.”
I nod and wish her luck.
I’m almost at Caleb’s dorm when I spot him outside with a group of guys and girls hanging around him. Is this why he didn’t answer me?
No, I know him. He loves me. I’m just being stupid. I march up to him and his expression slowly changes. From laughing with his friends to silence. “Skylar?”
“Hi, um … I got off early. I tried calling.”
A girl with short red hair looks me up and down with a sneer and says, “Who the hell are you?”
“Skylar. This one’s long-term girlfriend.” I sidle up next to Caleb and press my lips to his.
He smiles and wraps his arm around me. “Hey, you. Whatcha got there?” he asks, looking down at the red box in my hand.
“Gift for you. Happy Valentine’s day.”
He kisses my forehead. “Thanks. Come on. I got you something too.”
Redhead bitch glares at me and I actually stick my tongue out at her as we walk away. I know, so immature, but sometimes, no matter how old you are, you need to do things like this. It’s better than the alternative. Smacking a ho in the face, or cursing her out.
Caleb and I step inside the elevator and he mumbles, “That was Kelly. I think she’s dating Mark, or maybe it’s Dexter. I can’t remember.”
“She seemed like she’d like to get with you instead,” I mutter.
He shrugs. “She’s two years too fucking late for me. I’ve got what I want.”
“I called. You
And that’s when the little light bulb in my head goes off. I hurry to my room and change my clothes. Brie does her hair while I examine potential outfits.
“Where are you and your Mr. Wonderful going?”
“I don’t know yet,” I say as I make my final choice of wardrobe for tonight.
I notice Brie’s eyebrow is raised while her lips form an “O.” The need to explain feels like a very bad idea, because even in my own head it sounds ridiculous. Look, I’ll show you. Caleb and I haven’t really spoken, let alone seen each other, since Wednesday. I realize it’s been three days, but hey, this is us. Sometimes we go through these spells of not speaking. Of course, it usually happens when we’re mad at each other. But I can’t remember ticking him off, so … See? Ridiculous. Ugh!
Brie studies me. It makes me uncomfortable, like in the huge-elephant-in-the-room kind of way. Awkward. “I was wondering if you would mind doing me a favor tonight?” she asks.
“What is it?”
“Can you stay with your man tonight? I’m totally bringing Elliot back here.”
I almost ask her who the hell Elliot is, but I remember this is my roommate. She’s kind of a skank. I like her, don’t get me wrong, but the girl doesn’t make men work for anything. She’s always hooking up with someone so that I completely lose count and track of their names.
I chew the inside of my cheek and nod. I know! I know. I should totally sit her down and tell her to quit being so easily available, but my last attempt turned out so bad. No, really, it was monumental. Not only did she cry, scream curse, and call me every name in the book, she threw shit at me. Literally launched a freaking alarm clock in my direction, like I was the asshole who broke her heart or left her somewhere. Never again. Sometimes you just have to watch them crash and burn and hope they figure it out sooner rather than later.
Dressed in my outfit, I sit at my desk and apply a little bit of makeup. I’m pretty simple: eyeliner, a little mascara, and lip gloss. Bam. Done. I study my loose curls and decide to straighten them. I haven’t done it forever and Caleb likes my hair straight every once in a while.
After twenty minutes of running a flat iron through my hair, I do a recheck of myself, then grab my purse and coat, and my gift for Caleb, and wave goodbye to Brie, who’s applying makeup. “Have fun,” she says. “Thanks again.”
I nod and wish her luck.
I’m almost at Caleb’s dorm when I spot him outside with a group of guys and girls hanging around him. Is this why he didn’t answer me?
No, I know him. He loves me. I’m just being stupid. I march up to him and his expression slowly changes. From laughing with his friends to silence. “Skylar?”
“Hi, um … I got off early. I tried calling.”
A girl with short red hair looks me up and down with a sneer and says, “Who the hell are you?”
“Skylar. This one’s long-term girlfriend.” I sidle up next to Caleb and press my lips to his.
He smiles and wraps his arm around me. “Hey, you. Whatcha got there?” he asks, looking down at the red box in my hand.
“Gift for you. Happy Valentine’s day.”
He kisses my forehead. “Thanks. Come on. I got you something too.”
Redhead bitch glares at me and I actually stick my tongue out at her as we walk away. I know, so immature, but sometimes, no matter how old you are, you need to do things like this. It’s better than the alternative. Smacking a ho in the face, or cursing her out.
Caleb and I step inside the elevator and he mumbles, “That was Kelly. I think she’s dating Mark, or maybe it’s Dexter. I can’t remember.”
“She seemed like she’d like to get with you instead,” I mutter.
He shrugs. “She’s two years too fucking late for me. I’ve got what I want.”
“I called. You
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