when.”
“It’s in Cavern Hall at six o’clock,” she whispered. “Pretend you don’t know me.” She turned and opened the door to Southern A. “Thanks for the coffee,” she called over her shoulder as the door was shutting behind her.
I walked backward and waved good-bye like a fool in love. When Cate was out of sight, I quickly adjusted myself in my pants and jogged back to the main drag and over to my apartment.
Like an idiot, I logged onto Twitter on my way back to the dorm.
@HaftonFan101:
Move along girls, @BallerSteele still sworn off s$x on the air with @SonnyB_KnocknBoots. #findanewman #Steeleisoffmarket #maybenot?
@HaftonFan101:
Just heard @BallerSteele was spotted taking a number in the coffee shop. #justsayin #manwhore
@HaftonAva:
@HaftonFan101 That was me, slipping @BallerSteele my roomie’s number! We are wearing him down!
@CollegeBBallFan:
Can we concentrate on ball? This is our last season with @BallerSteele at #Haftonmensball
@HaftonSweetiePie:
@HaftonFan101 @HaftonAva Hey, I thought @BallerSteele was mine? No fair
This was a huge mistake. Twitter was worse than high school. What is wrong with these people?
Oh, fuck it!
I shoved the phone back in my pocket. I had a porn fest to go to.
Catie
I slammed into my room and collapsed on my bed, squeezing my eyes shut as I breathed hard. Stanwick was going to kill me, after embarrassing me first. It might even turn into death by embarrassment.
My stupid, stupid girl parts and hormones got in the way for the first time ever. What in the hell was I thinking, telling Blane the place and time for tonight?
Blane Steele, man-whore—albeit celibate man-whore—notorious womanizer, and the object of at least half of my female classmates’ fantasies. The same Blane that Stanwick referred to in her class last week. She would demolish him, and then me. All because I had a crush.
“Arrrgh,” I screamed into my pillow.
Maybe he would be late, and Stanwick would have locked the doors by the time he tried to slip in. I silently prayed to every deity and pagan idol I knew of for that.
Throwing my legs over the side of my bed, I scrolled through the unread messages on my phone.
SONNY : I just got a message you won’t be in this afternoon?
Ugh, shit .
CATIE : Yes, I sent you an e-mail last week. I have a class project. If you want, I can get an excuse.
SONNY : Don’t bother. Come early tomorrow. I need the script to be organized for the fest.
CATIE : I’ll be there as soon as class lets out.
The guy was such an asshole.
SONNY : Early.
I didn’t bother with a reply. Sonny would insist on his way, and I would end up relenting. I switched to my e-mails and deleted all the spam, only to be left with one actual message regarding paid internship possibilities for the summer.
Finally, a bright spot in my crappy day. If I got the internship over the summer, I could also find a job waitressing and stay in Ohio. Then I wouldn’t have to go home to my sisters and their wrath, or my mother and her constant harping on me to act like a real woman. I’d miss my dad, but that was the breaks. He would understand . . . they didn’t call him Big Anthony for nothing.
After huffing a little while longer, I dragged myself to the bathroom and washed my face, and then changed clothes before heading out the door to Cavern Hall. As soon as I stepped outside, it began to pour down rain; not a light drizzle but huge raindrops that fell from the sky and soaked my sweatshirt, causing my hair to curl more than usual. My little backpack umbrella did little to shield me from the downpour, and I probably looked like a drowned rat when I arrived at the movie.
I pushed my dripping hair from my face as I entered the building, shaking the rain from it and then finger combing the curls into some type of style. Stopping for a moment, I set aside my wet umbrella with the others littering the floor outside the room, and
“It’s in Cavern Hall at six o’clock,” she whispered. “Pretend you don’t know me.” She turned and opened the door to Southern A. “Thanks for the coffee,” she called over her shoulder as the door was shutting behind her.
I walked backward and waved good-bye like a fool in love. When Cate was out of sight, I quickly adjusted myself in my pants and jogged back to the main drag and over to my apartment.
Like an idiot, I logged onto Twitter on my way back to the dorm.
@HaftonFan101:
Move along girls, @BallerSteele still sworn off s$x on the air with @SonnyB_KnocknBoots. #findanewman #Steeleisoffmarket #maybenot?
@HaftonFan101:
Just heard @BallerSteele was spotted taking a number in the coffee shop. #justsayin #manwhore
@HaftonAva:
@HaftonFan101 That was me, slipping @BallerSteele my roomie’s number! We are wearing him down!
@CollegeBBallFan:
Can we concentrate on ball? This is our last season with @BallerSteele at #Haftonmensball
@HaftonSweetiePie:
@HaftonFan101 @HaftonAva Hey, I thought @BallerSteele was mine? No fair
This was a huge mistake. Twitter was worse than high school. What is wrong with these people?
Oh, fuck it!
I shoved the phone back in my pocket. I had a porn fest to go to.
Catie
I slammed into my room and collapsed on my bed, squeezing my eyes shut as I breathed hard. Stanwick was going to kill me, after embarrassing me first. It might even turn into death by embarrassment.
My stupid, stupid girl parts and hormones got in the way for the first time ever. What in the hell was I thinking, telling Blane the place and time for tonight?
Blane Steele, man-whore—albeit celibate man-whore—notorious womanizer, and the object of at least half of my female classmates’ fantasies. The same Blane that Stanwick referred to in her class last week. She would demolish him, and then me. All because I had a crush.
“Arrrgh,” I screamed into my pillow.
Maybe he would be late, and Stanwick would have locked the doors by the time he tried to slip in. I silently prayed to every deity and pagan idol I knew of for that.
Throwing my legs over the side of my bed, I scrolled through the unread messages on my phone.
SONNY : I just got a message you won’t be in this afternoon?
Ugh, shit .
CATIE : Yes, I sent you an e-mail last week. I have a class project. If you want, I can get an excuse.
SONNY : Don’t bother. Come early tomorrow. I need the script to be organized for the fest.
CATIE : I’ll be there as soon as class lets out.
The guy was such an asshole.
SONNY : Early.
I didn’t bother with a reply. Sonny would insist on his way, and I would end up relenting. I switched to my e-mails and deleted all the spam, only to be left with one actual message regarding paid internship possibilities for the summer.
Finally, a bright spot in my crappy day. If I got the internship over the summer, I could also find a job waitressing and stay in Ohio. Then I wouldn’t have to go home to my sisters and their wrath, or my mother and her constant harping on me to act like a real woman. I’d miss my dad, but that was the breaks. He would understand . . . they didn’t call him Big Anthony for nothing.
After huffing a little while longer, I dragged myself to the bathroom and washed my face, and then changed clothes before heading out the door to Cavern Hall. As soon as I stepped outside, it began to pour down rain; not a light drizzle but huge raindrops that fell from the sky and soaked my sweatshirt, causing my hair to curl more than usual. My little backpack umbrella did little to shield me from the downpour, and I probably looked like a drowned rat when I arrived at the movie.
I pushed my dripping hair from my face as I entered the building, shaking the rain from it and then finger combing the curls into some type of style. Stopping for a moment, I set aside my wet umbrella with the others littering the floor outside the room, and
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