Abigail turns, blowing on her fingernails. “Hillary tried to contact you. When you didn’t bother calling back, she gave yourbed to a legacy pledge.” She shrugs, her eyes flicking to Kai again. “We assumed you’d moved on.”
I laugh bitterly. “Assumed.”
“What were we supposed to think?”
That I was coming back.
That I belonged here.
That maybe, just fucking maybe, I wasn’t just a charity case.
Fuck them. I’ve got somewhere better now.
“So you’ve packed up Melissa’s stuff too, then?” I snap.
Kai wraps his fingers around my arm and squeezes. I pull out of his grip without looking at him.
Abigail frowns faintly. “Why would we?”
“She’s moved on too, right?”
“She’ll be back soon.”
“I’mback,” I spit out. “And sooner than her.”
“Are you?” Abigail drawls.
My mouth works for a moment before I admit defeat. “Whatever. Where’s my stuff?”
“In the laundry room.”
“In the?—?”
“Can I get Melissa’s number?” Kai cuts in. “We really need to speak to her.”
Abigail’s eyebrow arches so high it nearly disappears into her hairline. “Please. I don’t give out my sisters’ numbers to randos.”
“Kai’s not a?—“
“Why don’t you have her number?” Abigail’s eyes flick back to mine. “She’s your roommate.”
Wow. Abandon your things in a sorority for a week while you take a much-needed vacation, suddenly everyone’s your fucking enemy.
“Her phone’s busted,” Kai says. “Come on, man, don’t be a bitch. Just give Haven?—“
“Ex-cuseme?”
Yikes.
Dogs in Ashwood Crossing are probably howling.
Abigail pushes away from the mantel with her hip, taking a step forward like she intends grievous bodily harm upon my boyfriend.
I turn to him. “Give us a minute, would you?”
He frowns. “Why?—”
“Just…could you go get my stuff?”
