Looking at the food stations, he looks back at me. “Nah. If I’m still hungry, I’ll come back for seconds.”
I guess I can’t argue with that logic.
After we pay for our food using our U-cards (those are like debit cards but for school purchases), I follow him to a booth near the back wall. We sit opposite one another, and I smile to myself, thinking how perfect this is. Lucky and me having dinner together. Twice in one week. I’m about to ask him about his day when two women approach our table. There’s a tall brunette and a blonde I recognize. Tiff.
Tiff slides into the booth on Lucky’s side. She’s so close, I’m surprised there’s enough room for air to pass between them. “Hey, Lucky,” she says in a syrupy sweet voice. “Long time, no see.”
She saw him yesterday.
**hard eye roll**
Granted, it wasn’t for very long, but that’s not my fault.
Yes, it is.
“Uh-huh.” He’s got his fork in his hand poised to dig into his rice. I know he’s hungry. He said so.
“I’m sad we didn’t get to have our evening together.” She sticks out her bottom lip in a pout, all while she glares at me.
He’s staring down at his plate. I’d bet you a hundred bucks he’s not really listening to her. He’s only thinking of the food in front of him. I want to laugh, but that’d be wrong. Right? Instead, I take my chicken sandwich in hand, lean down, and take a big bite. Chewing, I make a yummy sound. That’s when Lucky’s eyes find mine. I smirk as I chew because the look on his face is priceless. Nodding, I smile. “Good sandwich.”
“Do you have to be that noisy when you eat?” Tiff snaps. “You sound disgusting.”
I set my food down and give her a glare of my own. Just as I say, “Excuse me?” Lucky says, “Thanks for stopping by, Tiffany. I’ll see you around.”
“B-but,” she sputters, “what about...?”
“I said I’ll see you around.” Lucky isn’t having any of it. And I love it.
“Fine.” She slides back out of the booth. Standing near the table, she gives me a look that could kill. With a fake-as-heck smile, she lifts her hand and waves with just her fingers. “Byeee.”
“Later,” Lucky grumbles.
When the two women are gone, he looks at me. “Sorry about her.”
I shrug. “Haters gonna hate.”
Lucky laughs. It’s a sound I could really get used to.
9
Becklyn
Using my key,I unlock my dorm room door. Pushing it open, I notice it’s dark inside.
Weird.
Stepping inside, I reach for the light and flip the switch. When I turn, I jump because Deena’s on her bed, back against the wall, arms crossed. The sight startles the bejeezus out of me, but it’s the look on her face that really gives me shivers.
She’s pissed.
I learned early on that when she’s angry, it’s best just to get to the bottom of it. “What’s wrong?” I ask, because it’s hard to tell with her. She gets angry a lot. It could be anything from me forgetting to unplug my flat iron to drinking the last diet soda. Soda thatIpurchased, by the way.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, the anger evident in her voice. “I’ve been sitting here since six o’clock waiting for you.”
Six o’clock?
“We were supposed to meet and go to dinner together. Remember?”
