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Chapters (38)
  1. Copyright
  2. Dedication
  3. Chapter 1
  4. Chapter 2
  5. Chapter 3
  6. Chapter 4
  7. Chapter 5
  8. Chapter 6
  9. Chapter 7
  10. Chapter 8
  11. Chapter 9
  12. Chapter 10
  13. Chapter 11
  14. Chapter 12
  15. Chapter 13
  16. Chapter 14
  17. Chapter 15
  18. Chapter 16
  19. Chapter 17
  20. Chapter 18
  21. Chapter 19
  22. Chapter 20
  23. Chapter 21
  24. Chapter 22
  25. Chapter 23
  26. Chapter 24
  27. Chapter 25
  28. Chapter 26
  29. Chapter 27
  30. Chapter 28
  31. Chapter 29
  32. Chapter 30
  33. Chapter 31
  34. Chapter 32
  35. Chapter 33
  36. Chapter 34
  37. Acknowledgements
  38. About the Author

She gaped. “You’ve dropped the class? Avery, the last day to drop was—oh, my God, you’re taking an incomplete?”

“It’s not a big deal.”

Brit stared at me, so did Jacob. “Have you’ve lost your fucking mind, Avery?”

I winced. “No.”

Taking a deep breath, Brit glanced between Jacob and me. “Jacob, can you get back to the dorm by yourself?”

His brows knitted. “Uh yeah, it’s not that far of a walk, but—”

“Good,” she chirped. Leaning forward, she kissed him on the cheek. “See you later.”

Jacob sat there for a moment and then shook his head. He gave me a quick hug before he left. “Why did you kick him out?” I asked.

“Because we need to talk girl to girl,” she replied.

Oh dear.

She leaned forward, clenching her knees. “What happened between you two?”

I struggled to come up with a good excuse for why I was avoiding Cam. “It’s just that I don’t think pursuing a relationship with him is the right thing?”

“Okay. You’re entitled to decide that, but no friendship? To the point you can’t be in the same class as him?”

“We can’t be friends,” I said after a few moments, already weary with this conversation. “That’s just it, okay? I really don’t want to talk about this. I’m not trying to be rude, but there’s nothing to say. I don’t want to see him. End of story.”

I don’t want to see him. The thing about that was that it was only partially true. I was too embarrassed and ashamed to see him, but I missed him. It had only been a week, but I missed his smart ass comments, his wit and charm, and—I stopped myself with a shake of my head.

Brit pushed her hair off her forehead. “Alright, but I want to ask one question and I want a fucking honest answer, okay?”

My eyes widened. “Okay.”

“Did he try something?”

“What?” I shrieked.

She met my stare. “Did he hurt you or something?”

“Oh, my God, no.” I stood, running my hands down my hips. “Cam didn’t do anything. I promise you. He didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me. Okay. Please don’t think that about him.”

Brit nodded slowly.  “I didn’t think he would’ve, but I had to ask. I had to know.”

She stayed for a little while longer, switching the conversation to her latest hook up with Jimmie, and for a while I forgot about Cam and the whole mess.

When she left, she stopped at the door and turned back to me. “Just in case you’re wondering, when I talked to Cam, he was really worried about you. He was upset. Whatever went down between you two, I hope you guys can work it out, because…”

“Because what?”