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He turns red. “I…” He scratches his head. “She was joking.” Jared reads my features. “You’re really that pissed? Come on, man. You’re famous. I’d kill to have what you have.” He lets out a short laugh. “You know how easy you’ve got it?”
I glare, unblinking.
Rage and resentment infiltrates his eyes. He thinks he knows me, and I wonder if that jealous bitterness towards me has been there all along, hidden somehow.
“Stay the fuck away from me.” I unlock my door and slam it closed.
That felt good.
That shouldn’t have felt that good. I take a larger drag and blow smoke upwards. My hand trembles.
“Garrison.” Willow’s voice comes from the cell in my other fist. I press it back to my ear.
“Sorry,” I mutter, involuntary tears squeeze out of my eyes. Fuck. I wipe my wet face with the heel of my palm.
“How soon can you make it to the airport?” she asks. “Because I can get you on the next flight to London.”
I’m already heading to my closet. Grabbing a duffel bag. “Book it.”
51
willow hale
It’s been almost a full 24-hours since I booked Garrison’s flight to London. A delay from a snowstorm held up the plane in Philly all night, and he didn’t actually leave the airport until noon today. The sun has already set, and my nerves have gone from worry to catastrophic levels.
Thank God for the flight tracker app. I’ve been obsessively watching the plane cross the ocean, and now it’s only a couple minutes from landing.
Sitting on the steps to Bishop Hall, the wind picks up and howls. Music blasts from speakers on the snowy quad. A party starts to gain momentum, people dancing and passing around cans of cheap beer. Most of the parties here have been at houses or pubs, but apparently Wakefield always has one themed party on the quad at the end of every year.
Tonight, the theme is “celestial” and everyone is wearing white, but I’m in a green puffer jacket and jeans. I don’t even care that I stick out like a neon sign. My stomach knots, unable to join in the festivities.
I don’t know what happened last night, but Garrison doesn’t sound that upset unless something is going on with his family or the paparazzi or maybe his ex-high-school friends paid him a visit. My mind has been racing through the horrible possibilities.
I was even tempted to text Connor about Garrison’s job to make sure he wasn’t fired. But unless it’s a group text, I don’t really have a texting friendship with Connor Cobalt. And anyway, I’d much rather learn what’s going on from Garrison, not run around him for information.
So I’m waiting.
“Willow!” Tess plops down on the stair beside me, beer in hand. She wears this fluffy, white fur coat that contrasts her rich brown skin. Glitter dots her cheeks. She looks gorgeous, truly fitting the celestial theme. Tess frowns when she sees my green jacket. “Do you have nothing white to wear? We can go to my closet.”
I tuck a flyaway strand of hair behind my ear. “Thanks, but I’m not doing the party tonight. I’m actually waiting for Garrison to get here.”
Tess’s grin lights up her face. “Wait, we’re going to meet the boyfriend tonight!” Her knees bounce in excitement and she claps her hands, even with a beer in one.
“I mean…maybe,” I say.
At this point, I’m not sure what will happen. Garrison could arrive in London and then just hop on a plane back to Philly. He didn’t want me going to the airport to pick him up. His words: I’m already inconveniencing you enough. Please just let me get a cab, Willow.
Normally, I would have argued with him, but his voice was so…broken. I don’t want to push him.
Tess sips her beer. “Well, I’ll be excited to see him even from a distance. I can tell you love him a lot, and I may be biased, but I think you have great taste in people.”
I match her smile.
Sheetal steps over in furry boots and a sleek white jumpsuit. “What are you two grinning about?”
“Tess was just saying that I have great taste in people,” I say.
Sheetal narrows her eyes at her girlfriend. “I love how you find a proper way to compliment yourself inside a compliment to someone else. Bloody brilliant.”
Tess smiles wider. “Say that again, but…” She tugs Sheetal onto her lap. “Now.”
Sheetal’s eyes fall into Tess’s. “You’re bloody brilliant.” Their lips meet in a tender kiss, and I look away as the music changes to an EDM song that I recognize. It’s one of Lo’s favorites.
I let out a tense breath.
Sheetal breaks from Tess and frowns. “What’s wrong, Willow?”
“Nothing, really,” I mutter.
They both exchange concerned glances, and then Sheetal says, “You should be celebratin’ like the boss champ you are. We all made the highest marks on our project. And second semester will be even better. Nowhere to go but up.”
