cell phone and keys. “See you at lunch, pussy.”
“Eat shit,” I grumbled.
Shepley was always the idiot in love acting like a fool. He was never going to let me live this down.
It only took a couple of minutes to get dressed, but all that talking had me running late. I slipped on my leather jacket and put my ball cap on backward. My only class that day was Chem II, so
bringing my bag wasn’t necessary. Someone in class would let me borrow a pencil if we had a quiz.
Sunglasses. Keys. Phone. Wallet. I slipped on my boots and slammed the door behind me, trotting down the stairs. Riding the Harley wasn’t nearly as appealing without Abby on the back.
Dammit, she was ruining everything.
On campus, I walked a little faster than usual to make it to class on time. With just a second to spare, I slipped into the desk. Dr. Webber rolled her eyes, unimpressed with my timing, and
probably a little irritated with my lack of materials. I winked, and the slightest smile touched her lips. She shook her head, and then returned her attention to the papers on her desk.
A pencil wasn’t necessary, and once we were dismissed, I took off toward the cafeteria.
Shepley was waiting for the girls in the middle of the greens. I grabbed his ball cap, and before he could take it back, I tossed it like a Frisbee across the lawn.
“Nice, dick,” he said, walking the few feet to pick it up.
“Mad Dog,” someone called behind me. I knew from the scruffy, deep voice who it was.
Adam approached Shepley and me, his expression all business. “I’m trying to set up a fight. Be ready for a phone call.”
“We always are,” Shepley said. He was sort of my business manager. He took care of getting the word out, and he made sure I was in the right place at the right time.
Adam nodded once, and then left for his next destination, whatever that was. I had never been in a class with the guy. I wasn’t even sure if he really went to school here. As long as he
paid me, I guess I didn’t really care.
Shepley watched Adam walk away, and then cleared his throat. “So did you hear?”
“What?”
“They fixed the boilers at Morgan.”
“So?”
“America and Abby will probably pack up tonight. We’re going to be busy helping them move all their shit back to the dorms.”
My face fell. The thought of packing Abby up and taking her back to Morgan felt like a punch in the face. Especially after the night before, she’d probably be happy to leave. She might not
even speak to me again. My mind flashed through a million scenarios, but I couldn’t think of anything to get her to stay.
“You okay, man?” Shepley asked.
The girls appeared, giggly and smiling. I tried a smile, but Abby was too busy being embarrassed by whatever America was laughing about.
“Hey, baby,” America said, kissing Shepley on the mouth.
“What’s so funny?” Shepley asked.
“Oh, a guy in class was staring at Abby all hour. It was adorable.”
“As long as he was staring at Abby.” Shepley winked.
“Who was it?” I asked before thinking.
Abby shifted her weight, readjusting her backpack. It was overflowing with books, the zipper barely containing the contents. It must have been heavy. I slipped it off her shoulder.
“Mare’s imagining things,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Abby! You big fat liar! It was Parker Hayes, and he was being
so
obvious. The guy was practically drooling.”
My face twisted. “Parker
Hayes
?”
Shepley pulled on America’s hand. “We’re headed to lunch. Will you be enjoying the fine cafeteria cuisine this afternoon?”
America kissed him again in answer, and Abby followed behind, prompting me to do the same. We walked together in silence. She was going to find out about the boilers, they would move back to
Morgan, and Parker would ask her out.
Parker Hayes was a cream puff, but I could see Abby being interested in him. His parents were stupid rich, he was going to med school, and on the surface he was a
“Eat shit,” I grumbled.
Shepley was always the idiot in love acting like a fool. He was never going to let me live this down.
It only took a couple of minutes to get dressed, but all that talking had me running late. I slipped on my leather jacket and put my ball cap on backward. My only class that day was Chem II, so
bringing my bag wasn’t necessary. Someone in class would let me borrow a pencil if we had a quiz.
Sunglasses. Keys. Phone. Wallet. I slipped on my boots and slammed the door behind me, trotting down the stairs. Riding the Harley wasn’t nearly as appealing without Abby on the back.
Dammit, she was ruining everything.
On campus, I walked a little faster than usual to make it to class on time. With just a second to spare, I slipped into the desk. Dr. Webber rolled her eyes, unimpressed with my timing, and
probably a little irritated with my lack of materials. I winked, and the slightest smile touched her lips. She shook her head, and then returned her attention to the papers on her desk.
A pencil wasn’t necessary, and once we were dismissed, I took off toward the cafeteria.
Shepley was waiting for the girls in the middle of the greens. I grabbed his ball cap, and before he could take it back, I tossed it like a Frisbee across the lawn.
“Nice, dick,” he said, walking the few feet to pick it up.
“Mad Dog,” someone called behind me. I knew from the scruffy, deep voice who it was.
Adam approached Shepley and me, his expression all business. “I’m trying to set up a fight. Be ready for a phone call.”
“We always are,” Shepley said. He was sort of my business manager. He took care of getting the word out, and he made sure I was in the right place at the right time.
Adam nodded once, and then left for his next destination, whatever that was. I had never been in a class with the guy. I wasn’t even sure if he really went to school here. As long as he
paid me, I guess I didn’t really care.
Shepley watched Adam walk away, and then cleared his throat. “So did you hear?”
“What?”
“They fixed the boilers at Morgan.”
“So?”
“America and Abby will probably pack up tonight. We’re going to be busy helping them move all their shit back to the dorms.”
My face fell. The thought of packing Abby up and taking her back to Morgan felt like a punch in the face. Especially after the night before, she’d probably be happy to leave. She might not
even speak to me again. My mind flashed through a million scenarios, but I couldn’t think of anything to get her to stay.
“You okay, man?” Shepley asked.
The girls appeared, giggly and smiling. I tried a smile, but Abby was too busy being embarrassed by whatever America was laughing about.
“Hey, baby,” America said, kissing Shepley on the mouth.
“What’s so funny?” Shepley asked.
“Oh, a guy in class was staring at Abby all hour. It was adorable.”
“As long as he was staring at Abby.” Shepley winked.
“Who was it?” I asked before thinking.
Abby shifted her weight, readjusting her backpack. It was overflowing with books, the zipper barely containing the contents. It must have been heavy. I slipped it off her shoulder.
“Mare’s imagining things,” she said, rolling her eyes.
“Abby! You big fat liar! It was Parker Hayes, and he was being
so
obvious. The guy was practically drooling.”
My face twisted. “Parker
Hayes
?”
Shepley pulled on America’s hand. “We’re headed to lunch. Will you be enjoying the fine cafeteria cuisine this afternoon?”
America kissed him again in answer, and Abby followed behind, prompting me to do the same. We walked together in silence. She was going to find out about the boilers, they would move back to
Morgan, and Parker would ask her out.
Parker Hayes was a cream puff, but I could see Abby being interested in him. His parents were stupid rich, he was going to med school, and on the surface he was a
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