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“Hey, want to get coffee after this?” she asked. “Compare notes.”
“I… sure.” I smiled.
“Great, we can walk out together.”
Trepidation trickled through me, but it was laced with hope.
Hope that I’d made the right choice coming to Lakeshore U.
Hope that maybe, just maybe, I could make a friend or two that didn’t want to ruin my life and steal my boyfriend.
The lights dimmed, and Professor MacMillan introduced each slide, giving us time to take notes. A bunch of students had iPads and laptops, but I preferred the old-fashioned method. Something about handwriting the notes made the information stick a little more. It seemed Harper had the same idea as she scribbled notes next to me. But she glanced up when my purse vibrated.
“Is that you?”
“Crap,” I fumbled down by my feet, trying to locate the damn thing.
Harper chuckled at my panic. “Relax, she can’t hear it. She’s too busy listening to the sound of her own voice.”
Thankfully, I managed to set it to silent before it vibrated again. Then, I glanced at the incoming messages. “Unbelievable,” I muttered under my breath.
“Problem?” Harper whispered.
“Just a stupid group chat I’m in with my brother and his idiotic friends.”
“Are they hot?”
I frowned. “I’m not really sure how to answer that.”
“Do they go here?”
“Yes, my brother is a senior.”
“Interesting.”
Was it?
I didn’t respond, refocusing back on MacMillan’s dissection of the common themes of English Literature post-1800s.
“We will read and critically analyze Austen”—Harper let out a soft whoop of approval and smiled—“Brontë, Hardy, and Eliot. The reading list is mandatory, not optional, so I suggest if you haven’t already read the course texts, you start pronto.”
Harper scoffed. “Come on, who hasn’t read Pride and Prejudice at least once,” she whispered, and I smothered a chuckle.
When the lights finally came back on, I was eager to get started on the first assignment.
“She’s… intense,” Harper said as we packed away our things.
“Yeah, but I like that. That she seems passionate about the course material.”
We filed out of the room and fell into step beside each other.
“So, are you local?” Harper asked.
“I’m from Syracuse.”
“Cool. I hail from Cleveland. So I’m pretty local. But I’m staying in the dorms. Have you checked out Roast ‘n’ Go yet? They make the best chai tea I’ve ever tasted. I swear that stuff is like a drop of heaven in a mug.”
“No, I haven’t been yet.”
