That’s one wedding I probably would not be attending.

I deleted that email and was about to move on to the next one when my cell chirped. Dropping my feet onto the floor, I picked it up. It was a text from Brittany, wanting to know if I’d meet her for coffee before my astronomy class. I sent a quick text back, saying yes.

Closing my laptop, I jumped up, deciding that a coffee date with Brit was a million times better than going through the slush pile of my email.

#

At lunch, Jacob was acting like a cracked out jack rabbit because we didn’t have classes Thursday or Friday due to Fall Break. He and Brit were excited about going home. I was happy for them, but also a little disappointed. Four day weekends were what life was made of for college students, but for me, it meant four days of doing absolutely nothing but bouncing off of walls and nerding out by reading ahead in my classes.

But their mood was contagious and I found myself laughing as Jacob tried to convince a guy at another table that if a zombie bit a vampire than it would become a zombie vampire while the other guy was convinced that it would become a vampire zombie.

Brit looked like she was hoping a zombie would crash through the Den and bite them all. “So what are you doing for break?” she asked.

“Just staying here,” I said, and then added my ready made excuse. “It’s just too far to travel for four days.”

“Understandable.” She picked up a rolled up napkin and tossed it at Jacob’s back, but he was in way too deep with his zombie/vampire fetish. “I’m leaving after my last class today.” She rested her head on my shoulder. “I’m going to miss you.”

“Me too.”

“You’ll be bereft without me.”

“I know.”

She sat up, eyes glimmering with excitement. “You know, you could always come home with me.”

“Oh, Brit…” I wanted to hug the girl or cry. The offer seriously meant a lot to me. “Thank you, but that’s your time with your family and stuff.”

“Well, think about it. If you change your mind between now and three, text me and I’ll zip you away.” She took a drink of her soda. “What’s Cam doing? Is he going home?”

Good question. Before I could respond, Jacob whipped around like someone had yelled his name. “What about my fantasy husband?”

Brit laughed. “I was asking Avery if he was going home for break.”

“Is he?” he asked.

Tucking my hair back, I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Jacob’s brows lowered. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

“Um, I just don’t know. He hasn’t brought it up.”

The two of them exchanged a look and Brit said, “I’m kind of surprised he hasn’t said anything to you about it.”

Confusion rose. “Why are you surprised.”

Jacob shot me a duh look. “You guys are like attached at the hip—”