"Yeah, better than okay, actually. My mom has a serious man-friend."
"What?! A sugar daddy? I like the sound of that."
Megs snorted at the low growl in her friend's throat. "You would."
Kiara sighed. "Dude, I wish I could help, but that room is taken. I can ask if anyone is planning to give up their contracts."
"That would be great, but no worries. I just thought I'd check in case anything had changed."
"I could kick Jeter out."
Megs barked a laugh. "Why, because you're starting to admit you have feelings for him?"
Kiara groaned. "No, because he refuses to take his laundry out of the dryer."
"I love that for you."
"Hey, can someone get the door?" Kiara called out, brushing her cheek against the microphone. "Sorry, Megs. I think the guy who's supposed to be fixing our router is here. I'll keep you posted."
"Thanks. I appreciate it."
"Ooh, and in the meantime, I want pics!"
"Of what?"
Kiara scoffed. "Of Sylvia's man!"
Megs laughed. "Of Frank?"
"That's his name? Wait, are you talking about Frank, as inMr. McGinnis?Megs—"
"Bye, Kiara!" Megs pressed the red circle with Kiara's protestations still spewing from the speaker.
She shook her head and stared at her screen. Her mom and Frank had been fairly low-key for the past year, but once they moved in together? She couldn't wait for the comments from her friends who took Social Studies with Mr. McGinnis to come rolling in.How is Sylvia planning to earn extra credit?
Megs chuckled to herself, then chewed on her lower lip as she flipped through her mental Rolodex. Most of her close friends were scattered across the country, either finishing up post-secondary degrees or already working their dream jobs.
But what about Bobbi's friends?
She found Haley's contact and started to text. After writing and rewriting it three times, she gave up and pressed the call button.
"Megs?" Haley answered. "Don't tell me. You went out with Tall, Dark, and Studious from the coffee shop, and he turned out to be a murderer."
"How did you know? He left me in an abandoned warehouse with my phone barely within reach."
Haley laughed. "Aww, and I’m your first call?” Megs laughed. “But seriously, anything happen after I left?"
Megs groaned. "It should've, but no. I chickened out." She rolled onto her side and checked the clock. Five forty-two. No wonder her stomach was grumbling. "Hales, I know this is kind of out of the blue, but I've got a bit of a housing situation and was wondering if you knew anyone who might have a spare room or something?"
She hoped Haley would read between the lines. Bysomeone, she meant her. Haley had an extra room in the new apartment she’d moved into in June. Megs knew this because she'd helped her carry boxes up the three obnoxiously longflights of stairs of her apartment complex when the elevator was broken.
"Well, normally I would, but my cousin is moving in with me in two weeks to work at St. Ambrose for the ski season."
"You have a cousin?"
"Everyone has cousins, Megs."
"Not cousins you let come live with you."
