Chloe was going through the possibilities of our Friday and Saturday nights at the dining hall while we ate, when my phone lit up with a text from Logan.
Not to be a creeper or anything, but we’re having a party tonight if you and your girls want to come.
“There’s another party at that same house we were at last Friday,” I added to Chloe’s list of possible events.
Abby just nodded and Emily continued to eat—she probably wouldn’t join us anyway but hadn’t declared that as yet—but Chloe put down her phone and stared at me. “How did you know that?” I was about to bluff with a “heard it somewhere,” but she was staring at my phone, which was still in my hand.
“Just got word.” When she was about to ask for more specifics, I barreled on, “But the bigger question is, how doyouknow about all these other plans? Is there, like, a site or something?”
Distracted, she perked up. “Oh, Megan, it’s been a week. Of course I have this place totally wired already.”
“Of course you do,” Emily said. It didn’t sound like admiration in her voice, but it wasn’t snarky either. Not too much, anyway.
“Well, we’re not all gonna stay in our rooms and FaceTime with our boyfriends,” she said. Again, the tone wasn’t all teasing.
They hadn’t quite gelled, Chloe and Emily, and I was glad that the bedroom assignments had landed where they had. We’d certainly not voiced any desire to switch it up. It was working. Mostly.
“Anyway. Why would we want to go back there when there are six—no, seven—new places to try?” Chloe said. Then, looking directly at me, she added, “Unless whomever you got the word from is someone you want to meet up with?”
I wasn’t falling for Chloe’s baiting. And I wasn’t falling for Logan Fields.
Not in the mulligan year.
“Nope. All of the ones you mentioned sound good. Maybe the one the girl from your Bio class told you about?”
“That one sounds the best to me, too. Dorm party, but that’s okay. I’ve got a post I need to do in front of the library. I’ll meet you guys back at the suite and we’ll head out around nine?”
We all nodded (Emily’s not quite a full head tilt), and the other three took their trays and left while I stayed and got some ice cream.
I waited until it had mostly melted before texting Logan back.
Thanks. Looks like a different path for us tonight. Have a good time.
I returned my tray, left the dining hall, and headed back to Creyts. Nearly there, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I made myself wait until I got to my room to read it.
Got it. Have a good weekend. See you Wednesday night.
I left it on Read and jumped in the shower. He’d know I’d seen it and didn’t respond.
* * *
My first collegehookup was in the books.
Not full-on sex, but some major kissing and hand stuff. Boobs were touched. Dick was stroked. Panties were wet.
But that might have been because I was thinking about Logan Fields’ forearms, dimple, and throat while I made out with…
Oh shit, what was his name?
It didn’t matter.
* * *
On Monday after class,just as I was entering Creyts, I got a text that there was a delivery for me at the front desk. When I arrived, the student manning the area brought over a gorgeous bouquet of flowers, vase and all.
“Somebody made a fast impression,” she said. I laughed, but my mind was already racing. “Roses, too, very romantic,” she added.
Who the hell would send me roses on a random Monday? It wasn’t even close to my birthday.
