She doesn’t answer.
I take that as a win.
“See you soon, Greer,” I call over my shoulder as I walk out.
I don’t have to look back to know she’s still scowling.
But she still hasn’t said no, and something about that makes me grin the whole way home.
13
DELILAH
I’m locking my apartment door, adjusting my bag, and mentally preparing myself for the hour-long walk to campus when an engine rumbles behind me.
I turn.
Troy Hawkins is parked at the curb, driver’s side window rolled down, grinning like he hasn’t just committed a crime.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I demand.
“Picking you up,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.
“I didn’t text you my address.”
“Nope. You didn’t.”
“So, how the hell did you find my place?”
He shrugs, way too pleased with himself. “I asked Lacey.”
My brain stalls.
“You what?”
“Met her and Brianna at my party Friday night,” he says, like this is totally normal. “They told me they were your best friends, so I figured they wouldn’t mind helping me out.”
My shock is immediate and borderline paralyzing, did Brianna go ahead with her plan and sleep with Troy?
“You—” I stop, shaking my head. “Hold on. Back up. You hosted a party, found my friends, and somehow tricked them into giving you my address?”
“I wouldn’t say tricked,” he says, tapping the wheel. “Just… lightly manipulated.”
Lacey is too trusting, too friendly. Brianna probably gave up my address the second Troy flashed his smile.
I stare at him. He grins wider.
“This is stalking, you know,” I say.
“Nah, stalking would be if I followed you home. This is just… strategic problem-solving.”
“Unbelievable,” I mutter, rubbing my temples.
“You should be impressed, really,” he says. “I had to beverypersuasive.”
I don’t doubt it.So they did sleep together? Ew.
I could’ve stopped this, I mean I actually saved his number. I considered texting him, but it just felttoomuch. I can’t rely on him to bring me into school every day, that’s just insane. I didn’t text him, because I figured if I ignored him long enough, he’d drop it.
