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“Hey, girl! I wasn’t expecting to hear from you until tomorrow.” She sounds… bright. Warm and bubbly.
“Before I dropped off the face of the earth, where was I?”
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” I rub my forehead. “Well, no. Where was I? Teaching somewhere?”
“You were teaching a class at Crown Point University. We got together the one time, it seemed like you were doing okay. Theo and I were passing through for work. The timing was good.”
I fish out earbuds—courtesy of Jacob—and plug them into my phone. “Hang on, I’m looking something up.”
She waits while I do a stupid search in the maps for Crown Point University. It’s a little town in Maine. On a lake, no less. I switch over to a regular search, and a million articles pop up.
“Fancy shit,” I mumble. They’ve actually got an impressive school. An array of D1 sports, and— “What the fuck?”
“What?”
I clicked on their website. And there, on thehome page, is Jacob. In a Crown Point University… hockey jersey, I guess. And helmet. There’s a little note about having a fine array of students go on to be professional athletes.
“Melody,what?”
“This day just keeps getting worse and worse.” I’ve been putting off finding out more about Jacob. Looking a gift horse in the mouth type of thing. But now I think I have to do something.
Knowing who I’m living with is one thing—knowing who I’m fucking is another.
Shit.
“I’m sorry. I’ll see you tomorrow, maybe.”
“Maybe?”
“Hey!”
I look around. I’ve been pacing on the street, but now I yank one earbud out and watch the girl from before come closer. She’s… still here. And pissed.
I really can’t get over how some girls can get away with wearing such little clothes.
“Hey,” I greet her, more out of politeness than anything else. If we weren’t in public, I don’t know what I’d do. I certainly wouldn’t talk to her.
“You tell Jacob that he can go to fucking hell,” she seethes, coming right up to me.
I raise my eyebrows. “You not being his type isn’t a him problem.”
Okay, technically it is, and saying it isn’t might go against women everywhere… but damn. Who gets rejected, then hangs around for an hour?
“Why are you still here?” I question.
Her mouth drops. “Excuse me?”
“Why are you hanging around his building like a stalker?”
“Melody?” Lucy’s voice is still in my ear. “Who the hell are you talking to?”
“One sec, Luce.” I glower at the girl. “You’re out of line.”
“I’mout of line?”
“And a parrot, apparently.”
