“You will.”
The phone on the table between us buzzes. “Mom’s here. Thanks, Angie!”
“Bye, Megan!”
I smile after her retreating form. She’s bright. One of the few high school students I tutor while working here at the academic center.
It’s something I’ve loved doing since I got to SDU. I love being able to help people. The tutoring center, with all of its books and academic posters lining every inch ofavailable space, is like a second home to me. It’s where I spend most of my time outside of my own classes.
Taking the geometry books back to their shelves, I grab a few more for my own classes to start getting ahead.
Even though it’s my senior year, professors aren’t letting us slack off. We’re only a few weeks into the semester, and I have two papers and an exam coming up in the next two weeks. If I don’t take it seriously, I won’t be graduating with honors.
Not that anyone would be disappointed if I didn’t. My grades are good enough that my dads wouldn’t care what happened. They’ll be proud of me either way. My godfather, Colin, on the other hand? I was told to break the rules this year, otherwisehewould be disappointed in me.
I laugh, grabbing my laptop to start on my astronomy paper. It’s one of my favorite classes so far. I needed it to finish my science requirements, and since it’s freshman level, it’s easy enough for me to grasp the material.
“I thought I’d find you in here.” Peering up from my book, I smile as my roommate drops into the seat across from me.
“Hey Harper.”
She is the epitome of a SoCal bombshell. Tan skin, long, blonde hair, and bright blue eyes that are always sparkling. With a permanent smile on her face, nothing can ever get her down.
“I thought you were going to cut back on your hours in here?” She grabs my book and flips through it.
“Youtold me I needed to cut back on my hours. It doesn’t count if I’m working on my own homework.”
Harper rolls those big blue eyes at me. “It’s our senior year, Ang. You need to have fun.”
“It doesn’t mean I can’t finish my paper. It needs to be done by Monday.”
“And it’s Friday. You’re fine!” Her voice is indignant. “Weren’t you telling me you wanted to have more fun this year?”
I twist my face at her. “More fun? I don’t think I said that to you.”
“I think you did.” Harper taps a perfectly manicured pink nail on her lips. “You practically begged me to drag you out to more parties this year.”
I close my laptop and look over at her. “Now I know you’re lying.”
“Fine. But will you please come with me somewhere? I need a wing woman,” she begs.
Based on the pleading look on her face, I know I’m not going to like where she wants to take me. But it’s hard to deny your best friend something that she clearly wants.
“Where are we going and do I have time to change beforehand?”
I look down at the simple black T-shirt I’m wearing with cut-off jean shorts. My brown hair is haphazardly thrown up into a long ponytail. Since I don’t have class on Fridays, I opted for no makeup.
Not exactly ready to be going out wherever she plans on taking me.
“Please. You look gorgeous as is.” Harper helps me by shutting my books and stowing them in my backpack. “There’s the pep rally tonight for the hockey team that I want to hit up.”
“Ugh, really?”
I hate hockey. Possibly more than any sport on the planet.
Harper holds her hands up in defense. It’s then I notice she looks much nicer than she usually does for an afternoon filled with classes.
Today, she’s dressed in tight jeans, an SDU hockey shirt, and has her hair and makeup done.
