that that butt could get any red blooded male's interest, but Jonah was full of it. Because, although Elliot couldn't deny some of the truth in the 'she got hot' stuff, if Jonah thought that was the reason he'd slept with Rox then he didn't see. He didn't see at all.
Chapter 4 – The Statistical Inevitability and the Personal Space Invasion
A week or so after the lunch with Abi, Jonah, and Elliot, I was looking forward to enjoying a rare bit of time to myself in my room after one of those supremely knackering days. I'd had a coma-inducing corporate governance lecture followed by a gruelling accounting tute, and then five hours in the ref doling out and then cleaning up greasy uni food. My fellow students, as was becoming clearer with every shift, had obviously never mastered the cutlery-to-mouth method of eating, and I'd spent an inordinate amount of time scraping dried food off the tables and floor.
Needless to say, I was well and truly over the day and flopping down on my bed and not moving for the next week was pretty much my top priority. Ever the dutiful daughter, however, I picked up the phone as soon as I got back to my room to perform the obligatory weekly, 'check in with Mum' call. To be honest, it was a ritual that was becoming more and more excruciating.
Mum and I had been so close when I was younger, but from the day I'd bounced in and announced that I'd been accepted into one of the best unis in the country, a little rift had snuck its way between us and it grew every year.
Not that Mum wasn't supportive in her own way; in fact, I probably wouldn't even have been at my top pick if it wasn't for her. Getting to attend my dream uni hadn't been too much of a problem marks-wise, but when it came to me being able to attend from a monetary point of view it got a bit more difficult. For goodness sake, Elliot had chosen to go to the same place as me, and if there was one thing I'd learnt in life it was that, if Elliot was involved, I couldn't afford it. Sure I had a government loan to get me through tuition, but I also had to have somewhere to live and food to eat and that's where things had become tricky.
I'd been all set to attend a cheaper institution and dig myself into some serious debt with whatever bank would have me, when my mum, superhero-like, had come to the rescue. She told me she'd been setting aside some money for my wedding, but that she could see it would be put to better use getting me through my chosen uni reasonably debt-free. Once I'd gotten over my initial horror at the fact that the only time my mother had managed to save it had basically been for my dowry, I'd been overjoyed.
That money of my mum's paid for the ridiculously expensive uni accommodation, but more than that, it had been the gateway for my life over the past few years. Fundamentally , it had paid for who I had become, and my current happiness, and there wasn't a night before I went to sleep that I didn't thank any omnipotent being that might have been listening for it.
Despite all that, however , that afternoon once I'd told Mum that all my classes were 'good' and she'd told me things back at home were 'good', we pretty much ran out of stuff to talk about.
"How's Nan?" I asked, on a sudden brainwave. Keen as I'd been to put that night with Elliot out of my mind, I hadn't forgotten how he'd weirdly mentioned his grandma when he'd dropped me off.
There was a little pause and then Mum said sombrely, "Hasn’t Elliot told you?"
I felt my spine stiffen with unease and I sat up slowly on the bed to stare blankly at the ever-critical Mona Lisa poster. This time I could've sworn Da Vinci's muse was saying 'something's wrong and it's been over a month, why didn't you check on Nan earlier you silly, selfish girl?'
"I've told you, Mum, Elliot and I don't have anything to do with each other." As anxious as I was, I tried to keep the frustration out of my voice, but wasn't very successful.
"And I've told you that I think that's a
Chapter 4 – The Statistical Inevitability and the Personal Space Invasion
A week or so after the lunch with Abi, Jonah, and Elliot, I was looking forward to enjoying a rare bit of time to myself in my room after one of those supremely knackering days. I'd had a coma-inducing corporate governance lecture followed by a gruelling accounting tute, and then five hours in the ref doling out and then cleaning up greasy uni food. My fellow students, as was becoming clearer with every shift, had obviously never mastered the cutlery-to-mouth method of eating, and I'd spent an inordinate amount of time scraping dried food off the tables and floor.
Needless to say, I was well and truly over the day and flopping down on my bed and not moving for the next week was pretty much my top priority. Ever the dutiful daughter, however, I picked up the phone as soon as I got back to my room to perform the obligatory weekly, 'check in with Mum' call. To be honest, it was a ritual that was becoming more and more excruciating.
Mum and I had been so close when I was younger, but from the day I'd bounced in and announced that I'd been accepted into one of the best unis in the country, a little rift had snuck its way between us and it grew every year.
Not that Mum wasn't supportive in her own way; in fact, I probably wouldn't even have been at my top pick if it wasn't for her. Getting to attend my dream uni hadn't been too much of a problem marks-wise, but when it came to me being able to attend from a monetary point of view it got a bit more difficult. For goodness sake, Elliot had chosen to go to the same place as me, and if there was one thing I'd learnt in life it was that, if Elliot was involved, I couldn't afford it. Sure I had a government loan to get me through tuition, but I also had to have somewhere to live and food to eat and that's where things had become tricky.
I'd been all set to attend a cheaper institution and dig myself into some serious debt with whatever bank would have me, when my mum, superhero-like, had come to the rescue. She told me she'd been setting aside some money for my wedding, but that she could see it would be put to better use getting me through my chosen uni reasonably debt-free. Once I'd gotten over my initial horror at the fact that the only time my mother had managed to save it had basically been for my dowry, I'd been overjoyed.
That money of my mum's paid for the ridiculously expensive uni accommodation, but more than that, it had been the gateway for my life over the past few years. Fundamentally , it had paid for who I had become, and my current happiness, and there wasn't a night before I went to sleep that I didn't thank any omnipotent being that might have been listening for it.
Despite all that, however , that afternoon once I'd told Mum that all my classes were 'good' and she'd told me things back at home were 'good', we pretty much ran out of stuff to talk about.
"How's Nan?" I asked, on a sudden brainwave. Keen as I'd been to put that night with Elliot out of my mind, I hadn't forgotten how he'd weirdly mentioned his grandma when he'd dropped me off.
There was a little pause and then Mum said sombrely, "Hasn’t Elliot told you?"
I felt my spine stiffen with unease and I sat up slowly on the bed to stare blankly at the ever-critical Mona Lisa poster. This time I could've sworn Da Vinci's muse was saying 'something's wrong and it's been over a month, why didn't you check on Nan earlier you silly, selfish girl?'
"I've told you, Mum, Elliot and I don't have anything to do with each other." As anxious as I was, I tried to keep the frustration out of my voice, but wasn't very successful.
"And I've told you that I think that's a
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