Well, if that wasn’t a melodramatic response, then I didn’t know what was. I stared for a long moment at my phone and debated on tracking him down so I could threaten him with bodily harm if he pulled anything. So what if I had his constant GPS location? Yes, I had a tracking app downloaded onto his phone. Privacy laws? Psh. His slipup at the party just reinforced the idea that he needed constant monitoring. He sent another text.

Oakley: Where am I now? ;)

I blew out a puff of air and checked the app. Sure enough, he was at a sorority house off campus. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was texting me while getting his Kappa Delta dick sucked.

Me: Be sure to check her ID first.

Oakley: Yes Ma’am.

I waited a good minute then pestered him again.

Me: So anyways, what are you telling Dr. Haynes? Remember, I know where you sleep.

Oakley: You would be a terrible serial killer. Text messages can be subpoenaed by the courts, you know.

I scoffed.

Me: The FBI agent monitoring your phone is probably thrilled by all the dick pics you send. Also I’m impressed you can spell subpoenaed.

Oakley typed and deleted a few times, and I watched the chat bubbles flash dance across my screen. Shit. Maybe I took things too far.

Oakley: I’m going to tell him the truth.

Me: And what exactly is “the truth?”

I was not in the mood for his mind games or trickery. I’d saved his ass at that party.

Oakley: Are you sure you want to know?

Me: I would. That’s why I’m asking. Are you high? They have mandatory drug testing next week.

Oakley: You’re doing a good job, Solver.

I let out a sigh of relief. Did this mean that he was going to give a good report?

Me: Thanks, Problem

I didn’t feel like walking all the way back to the condo since I had a class in less than two hours. So I headed over to a local coffee shop to start researching some volunteer ideas for Oakley. I ordered a small Americano. Eleven calories, thank you! And after finding a big cozy chair, I pulled out my laptop and broke out my mad Google skills. “Volunteer, Make a Difference” was the first result. I clicked the link and scrolled through. Community outreach, Meals on Wheels, and fundraising. There was also a link for high school outreach. After what happened at the frat house, I just noped right on by that one.

There were opportunities at the animal shelter. Puppies were cute. But not really enough publicity there. Unless we made a calendar? I involuntarily pictured Oakley, firefighter style, shirtless and holding a sweet little puppy for May. Maybe I could get Dr. Haynes to volunteer to be Mr. June? Also shirtless, but with a kitten. Meow!