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“I’ve kept in touch with some of them. But it’s awkward. I met most of them through Walker, my ex.”
“The cheater?”
“Yeah. And his ‘drunk mistake,’ as he called it, was with a girl his friends were all friends with too. That added to the awkwardness.”
“Is that why you transferred?” he asks.
“No. I was already unhappy in Boston, just too stubborn to admit I’d made a mistake going to school there. My parents did a lot to even make it an option…so transferring felt ungrateful, I guess.”
“Are you happier here?”
I swallow, then nod. “Yeah.”
“I think they’d begratefulfor that.”
I know he’s right. My mom has been texting me at least once a day, asking for updates I’m sure she passes along to my dad, who’s less communicative. Especially via technology. He rarely remembers to charge his cell phone.
They’re thrilled I’m enjoying my classes and making new friends.
Telling Aidan that—bragging about how amazing my parents are after just establishing how shitty his are seems insensitive, though.
So I just nod.
“How was your weekend?” he asks.
“Uh…okay.”
His gaze sharpens. “Just okay?”
“Uh-huh.” I reach down, pulling the folder from Professor Carrigan out of my backpack and opening it. “Today is measures of variability and—”
“What’d you do?”
I play with the edge of the paper, avoiding his eyes. “Not much. Homework, went to the gym, laundry.”
“Anythingfun?”
I stiffen, not missing the emphasis. “I hung out with my roommates. We went to a party.”
“You hook up with anyone?” he asks casually, like he’s asking what I ate for dinner beforehand.
I glance up. Hold his gaze. “None of your business.”
Aidan’s jaw flexes. “Was it the party at the soccer house on Fore Street or the brick place on Transit Street?”
I don’t respond, knowing exactly what he’s doing.
He’s proving he knows everything that happens on or off campus, even when he isn’t here.
But the party we went to was on Lake Avenue, so he’s clearly not as omniscient as he thinks…
“Must have been the one the tennis guys on Lake hosted. I heard that party was mostly juniors.”
I glare at him before remembering I wasn’t supposed to react.
“Party on Lake.” Aidan nods, then leans forward. “What happened?”
It’s hard to think—to even inhale or exhale—when he’s studying me this closely. I look away, out at the lights illuminating the campus green.
