I scowled at him. “What is important?”
Jack’s stare shifted from me to Deborah, his eyes narrowing.
“Look at me,” I stated, my voice low. “What is important?”
“Oh, uh, the ski trip. The one for spring break. We need your money to register.”
My frown deepened as I dug into my bag, searching for my wallet. Between classwork, family bullshit, and my growing preoccupation with the woman beside me, I’d forgotten all about giving my money for the annual ski trip.
“Here,” I stated, practically throwing the money at Jack.
“Thanks, man, this trip is going to be epic.”
As I started to turn away from Jack, I noticed Deborah beginning to pack up her books.
“Jack hang on. Princess, are you going on the ski trip?”
She looked at me, stunned. “What?”
“The trip? Have you signed up for it?”
“No.”
“Why not? It’s your last chance to go.”
She shook her head. “I can’t it’s—”
“It’s on a week where there are no classes, so you won’t have to study. Can’t use that as an excuse.” I turned to Jack, pulling more money out of my wallet. “Here. Sign her up, too. Make sure she’s registered. Deborah Tate.”
Jack paused, staring at me as if he didn’t understand what the hell I was saying.
“Is there a problem?”
He shook his head. “No. I’ll get it done.”
I nodded and watched as he gave one final look between Deborah and I and left.
“Why did you do that?” Deborah questioned as soon as Jack shut the door.
“Because I wanted to.”
“And you think you can just do whatever you want?”
“Think?I know.”
She rolled her eyes, sighing as she slammed her bag closed, standing to leave.
As she brushed past me, I grabbed her arm—not tightly, but enough to stop her from exiting. “I’ll see you on the slopes.”
“I might have to work.”
“Take the week off. You have a month before the trip, that’s more than enough time to find someone to cover you, or just speak with your manager.”
She sighed. “It doesn’t work like that.”
“Make it work like that.”
Her shoulders slumped. “Is that how you live? Just bend the world to your will as you see fit?”
