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I’m glad you admit you’re a problem.
Lincoln
Touché. But can we cut the shit? Come back. Now.
I can’t.
Lincoln
Why not?
Because I have freewill, and I don’t want to.
Also, I’m drunk.
Lincoln
Fun night?
Hardly. I say stupid shit when I drink.
Lincoln
Come drink with me.
Fat chance.
Lincoln
When will you be back?
None of your business.
Lincoln
You are my business.
You better not be hooking up with any Seattle hippies.
My stomach flutters involuntarily as I stare at the message.What is happening?
The night is young.
We can talk tomorrow. Goodnight Link.
Then I power off my phone with a smirk, knowing the abrupt way I ended our text exchange will probably piss him off.
Take that, asshole.
I sit back, closing my eyes, but sleep won’t come, and I lie awake for a long time thinking about Trey and Lincoln, and I hate that I can’t stop.
It’s almostmidafternoon before we roll back into the student lot at Whitmore University. We tried to sleep in, but being hung over in a strange place makes it difficult. So we finally gave up and took the bus to Pike Place Market for the morning before driving back to campus.
Lincoln has been texting me off and on all day, but I haven’t answered him since last night. His sudden desire to talk has my stomach churning, but I’m scheduled to work at the theater tonight, so I can’t really avoid him much longer.
Thick gray clouds rolled in overnight, but the wind is still icy, plucking at our hair and clothing. Campus has already started its transformation from autumn to winter, the maple trees looking skeletal against a rich backdrop of evergreens.
“Are you working tonight, too?” I ask Fiona as we walk, our feet kicking and crunching through the crisp leaves littering the pathway.
