Chapter Four
Reagan didn't knowwhat to make of Davis, but soon the soccer practice was over and the girl called Luna was climbing the stands. She wiped her face with a small towel that she flung over her shoulder when she was done.
“Found a new victim, huh?” she said to Davis.
“I only have eyes for you, my Luna.” Davis stood as she approached, and Reagan got up, too.
Luna rolled her eyes. “It would be better for both of us if you gave up.”
“Never.”
There were a few beats of silence during which Reagan felt like a third wheel while the other two stared at each other. Finally, she cleared her throat. “I’m Reagan. Nice to meet you.”
“Luna.” She turned her green-eyed gaze to the blonde and smiled genuinely. “Sorry, Davis is a stalker, but he’s my friend, so what’s a girl to do?”
“I thought you hated him based on the way you ignored him,” Reagan said honestly.
Luna laughed. “I do hate him. It’s very love/hate, though.”
Luna was gazing at Davis again, and Reagan felt very uncomfortable. “Um, I should go.”
It was Davis who stopped her. “We’re going to grab lunch. Come along?”
Reagan hesitated. She wanted to make friends, and they were definitely nicer than Lydia. It was ultimately that thought that made her decision easy. Her only other option was to go back to the dorm and put up with her roommate. “Um, okay.”
They all trooped down the steps of the bleachers, and the thought of going out for lunch made Reagan wonder if she’d have to get a job. Her scholarship paid for the meal plan in the cafeteria, but if she wanted to go out with friends on a regular basis, she’d have to have cash on hand. She’d also have to have money for gas for her really old car. It didn't get good gas mileage, but she didn't think she’d be going very far in it very often. She realized with a bit of disgust that Davis would never have to worry about that, but she wondered what Luna did for money.
“We’ll have to stop by Cambridge Hall so I can shower and change. I won’t be long,” Luna said to Reagan as they walked across the grass.
“Okay.”
“She’s the RA,” Davis told Reagan as he smiled affectionately at Luna.
So Luna had a job as a Resident Assistant. She would have a tiny apartment of her own on the ground floor of the building she served and make a small stipend to cover her expenses.
The three of them walked across the campus to the building that Luna lived in. Reagan had yet to ask Davis about his living situation, but she didn't really have the nerve. She was surprised when he stopped outside the building and sat on a bench. Luna grabbed Reagan’s hand and brought her with her through the door she unlocked.
“I’m in a girls-only dorm, and as the RA I have to set an example. Even though we have visiting hours when boys are allowed in the common area, Davis has never come inside. He’s never even seen my place.”
Reagan waited until they were inside Luna’s apartment. “If he’s that respectful, and you said you love him—sort of—then why aren't you dating?”
“That’s a long story, my new friend. Why don’t you make yourself comfortable in the living room while I shower? If you’re thirsty, you can raid the fridge.”
Reagan stopped walking and let Luna go into her room alone. She didn't feel right about going into the kitchen area and getting something, so she sat on the sofa and got lost in her own thoughts. Davis and Luna were an enigma. Both liked the other but they weren’t dating. Luna seemed nice, but it was too soon for Reagan to know anything about her. Reagan couldn't figure out the deal with Davis and his family. They insisted he go to college before working at whatever the family company was, but what was he really learning? She looked around her at the tall bookshelf covered in books and pictures of Davis, some of which Luna was also in. There were some pictures she assumed were Luna’s parents based on their apparent age and the arms slung over Luna’s shoulders. They seemed to like paisley and scarves an awful lot. Luna’s couch was just solid black, but all of her accessories were brightly colored and full of patterns. Reagan could tell that Luna was a colorful and bright person herself, and felt like her apartment truly suited her personality.
Reagan realized it had been at least an hour since she last thought about Hudson. Of course, she’d just ruined it by thinking of him again, but she wanted to know what he was doing with his weekend. Since she knew he’d moved for this job, she wondered if he had any friends or if everything was new for him, too. She wondered if he’d met a woman yet, one his own age that he would date and bring back to his place. She wondered if that was how he was spending his weekend—in bed with this new woman. She would be tall and skinny and experienced; everything Reagan wasn’t.
“You ready?”
Reagan startled to hear Luna’s voice. She’d been so preoccupied with her spiraling thoughts that she hadn't heard her come in the room. Luna was in a brightly floral sundress and sandals, and Reagan admitted to herself that the outfit looked good on her willowy figure.
“Yeah, sorry. I was daydreaming.” Reagan picked up her purse as she stood and followed Luna out of the apartment and down the hall to the door they’d come in. Davis was sitting where they'd left him, playing on his cell phone.
He looked up, standing and sliding his phone into the pocket of his jeans in one smooth motion. “Ladies.”
They went to the parking lot and Luna let them in her small four-seater. It was at least as old as Reagan’s, and she actually found herself relaxing. Wealthy people made her feel anxious, but Luna was down-to-earth.
“Burgers good with you, Reagan?” Luna asked.
