“Yep. My brother, Grant, is my guardian, and he works really hard to support me. I won't make his life harder.”
“Okay. I can live with that.” Davis lifted a fry in her direction. “No ditching school either, then, huh?” He popped the fry into his mouth and flashed a grin.
Reagan rolled her eyes. “Some of us are here to get an education.”
“Ouch. Little freshman has a bite.”
“Leave her alone,” Luna interjected. “You know how I feel about actually studying and not slacking off the way you do. Learn where the line is and stop barreling across it.”
He sat back in his seat, all traces of smugness gone. “I was joking, Luna.” He turned to Reagan. “I hope you aren't offended. I was kidding.”
“I’m not offended, it’s just that . . . I don't understand someone that doesn't have to work to live. I can't wrap my brain around fooling around and not taking college seriously. There’s nothing waiting for me back home but a tiny two-bedroom apartment and my loving big brother. I refuse to make him support me for the rest of our lives. Not to mention the fact that I actually want a job in the field I’m studying.”
“I’m sorry, Davis, but I’m with her on this. You know I am.” Luna crossed her arms over her chest and stared him down.
“All righty. Sorry to have opened my big mouth. I get it, I’m the poor little rich kid.”
“Don't start, Davis. We just met Reagan, let’s not run her off so soon.”
“It’s fine. Really.” Reagan felt like they’d gotten off track, and she wanted to get back on it. “I’m studying for a degree in education, Luna, what about you?”
“Education as well. I’m aiming toward teaching middle grades. I’m hoping to get an internship this year, and I even have an interview on Wednesday.”
“That’s great,” Reagan said enthusiastically. She was really enjoying Luna’s company.
“Maybe we can study together. I mean, I know you have to knock out your pre-reqs first, but I’ve been through it already and could give you a hand if you need it. Or we can just keep each other company while we do homework.”
“That would be awesome. I’m usually terrible at making friends, so I appreciate the offer to keep me around.”
“We need fresh meat,” Davis said with a gleam in his eye.
Reagan frowned, though she knew he was kidding. She wasn’t as comfortable with his humor as Luna appeared to be. “If you say so.”
“At the very least, you can hang out with people who aren’t your awful roommate, and at the most, you’ve found yourself two new friends.”
Reagan gave Davis a genuine smile for possibly the first time. “That sounds amazing.”
