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Their excitement dies down rapidly and a pillow hits me in the back of the head. After they’re done laughing, Jesse looks at me seriously.
“No, but really. Could you see yourself having a relationship with this girl?”
“I don’t know. I mean she’s not that bad. I can stand being around her, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“Well, not quite, but it’s a start.” He replies. “You should give it a shot.”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” My defenses automatically start kicking in.
Caleb leans forward with his arms resting on his knees. “Holden, we’re not telling you to marry the chick. Just hang out with her a little more and see what happens. Besides, at least then I can tell Taylor you gave it a shot and it just didn’t work out.”
I groan audibly, wanting to tell them to fuck off but ultimately deciding against it. “Fine.” I cave. “But if this ends with me having a psychotic stalker, it’ll be your job to get rid of her.”
“Deal.” They answer, satisfied with themselves.
What have I gotten myself into?
Chapter Four
I lie on my new bed, basking in the comfort of it. The only thing I need to do now is get a massage to correct the damage of spending three nights on the old one. I take out my phone and dial the number for the massage place near campus. The soonest appointment they have is for Tuesday morning. I’m supposed to have class but the first day is never anything special. I had the same professor for psych last year, so I’ll just email him and let him know I won’t be there. Besides, who wants to sit in class at 7:30 AM? I hate that I waited so long to register this semester.
As soon as I confirm the appointment and hang up the phone, I get a text from a number I don’t recognize.
Unknown: Hey
My eyebrows furrow. For a minute, I start to wonder if Bianca changed her number again, or if she’s texting me from a friend’s phone. She does that from time to time when she feels I’m not answering her enough. However, a text from her comes in shortly after this one, so I doubt it’s her. I decide to answer.
Me: Uh, hi. Who is this?
The response is practically immediate.
Unknown: Oh sorry. It’s Bree.
Taylor gave me your number.
I hope that’s not weird.
I add the contact into my phone and let her sweat it out for a minute before replying. I can’t seem too interested. After a bit, I type out a response.
Me: Hey. No, it’s fine. What’s up?
Bree: Just getting ready for classes tomorrow. You?
Me: Dreading classes tomorrow.
Bree: Come on. It can’t be that bad.
Me: You’re new here. Tell me how you feel
tomorrow, or next week.
The two of us text back and forth for almost an hour. I find out she’s taking Creative Writing, Calculus, Intro to Physics, Anatomy, and American History – all classes that would make me want to put my head through the wall. I joke that she’s an overachiever but I think she takes it as a compliment. My phone buzzes again, but this time it’s not Bree.
Bianca: I don’t understand why you ignore
me when you get back to school.
I roll my eyes as I think of what to say back.
