Calista: It means that you are beautiful and intelligent, and kind. And if he wants to treat you like anything other than that, fuck him.
I chuckle.I did that. Hence, my predicament.
Calista: You like him, huh?
I pause, hoping I can honestly tell her that I don’t like him as much as I thought I did. Finally, I frown.
Me: Yeah. I thought I was falling for him. I actually thought that maybe this whole thing was some kind of kismet. That the universe was paying me back for some good deed I did in another life. But I was wrong. He turned out to be another frog and not Prince Charming.
Calista: That’s what men do. They trick you. And here’s another thing men do—they say shit they don’t mean. Don’t be surprised if he wakes up and regrets it all.
Me: I say shit I don’t mean. I understand how that works. But he basically said I don’t fit here, and that was … cold.
Calista: Let’s give him the benefit of the doubt. You thought he was a good guy up until now. You’re a good judge of character. Maybe he had a bad day and spouted off some shit. Or maybe he got scared. He’s not as badass as we are.
Me:
Calista: What are your plans? Are you sticking around there or going home?
I’m not sure.
My gaze drifts through the window and into the dark sky. I consider my options. None of them feel right.
Me: I’m going to see what tomorrow brings.
Calista: Remember that you’re Megan Kramer. Don’t take any shit. I don’t care how good his cock is.
Me:
Calista:
Me: I’ll keep you posted. Good night.
Calista: Love you. Night.
I put my phone back on the nightstand, cut the light, and start counting sheep.
CHAPTER 33
Megan
I wrapan elastic around my hair at the crown of my head. Turning my head side to side, I check out my reflection in the mirror.
Not bad. You almost can’t tell I cried off and on all night.
Just to be sure, I add another layer of mascara.
I shove my stuff back in my makeup bag and carry it to my room. I toss it in my open suitcase that holds most of my things. Preemptively, I gathered my belongings at five o’clock. It kept me from pacing the floor.
This morning brought clarity I wasn’t expecting. Of course, it might’ve had something to do with Calista’s shouty texts, but I won’t admit that to her.
“If Chase wants to be a dick, he can be a dick.” I slip on my sneakers. “But I’m here until Maggie gets back. Then I’ll go.”
I slide my phone into my pocket as I leave my room.
“Morning,” Kennedy says, coming out of her room too.
I stop in front of her. “Hey. Good morning. How do you feel today?”
