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"Okay, this way," Melissa said and grabbed my hand.
I looked at Professor Hunter one more time before following Melissa down the alley. Seeing him like that made it feel like he had only just left me. The wound was still fresh. And I was beginning to think it would never heal.
But for the first time since he had left me in his apartment, I felt a glimmer of hope. There was no basis for it. He was clearly upset about the contents of the envelope. But I hadn't been eating. And I hadn't been sleeping. All I wanted to see was that he was upset too. Maybe he wanted me back as much as I wanted him.
Addiction - Chapter 3
Friday
I woke up to the sound of my phone buzzing. My head was pounding. Melissa was a terrible influence. I grabbed my aching forehead in one hand and my cell phone in my other. I slid my finger across the screen.
It was a text from Tyler: "Class is canceled! See you tonight, Penny!"
I quickly opened up my email. There was one waiting from Professor Hunter. I clicked on it and read the message.
Comm 212 is canceled this morning. Please spend the weekend thinking about your next speech - describing how something works. Everyone with last names beginning with A through M will be going Wednesday, and everyone else will go on Friday. I'm looking forward to hearing your speeches.
- Professor J. Hunter
Why had he canceled class? I needed to see him. I needed to talk to him. I bit my lip. He never answered my calls, emails, or texts. What was I doing? I was being a stalker. Enough was enough. His problems were no longer mine.
I typed out a text to Tyler. "Can't wait!"
But I could wait. I didn't want to go to the party tonight. I didn't want to dress up in a stupid costume. All I wanted was to see Professor Hunter.
***
I walked down Main Street toward Professor Hunter's apartment building. I should have been going to the dining hall to grab lunch, but I couldn't resist. Besides, it was almost on the way. Actually it wasn't. It was in the complete opposite direction. My stalker tendencies were out of control. I stopped outside of his building. If I could just see him through his window to see if he was okay.
"So who is it that you're looking for exactly?"
I looked over and saw a man staring down at me. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, and was already sporting a five o'clock shadow. He looked familiar but it took me a second to place him. It was the man from the elevator; the one who had seen me flee from the building wearing just one of Professor Hunter's t-shirts. And who had probably seen even more of me when I had fallen.
Oh God."Oh, umm...I'm not looking for anyone."
"No?"
"No. I'm just...admiring the architecture."
The man laughed. "You're a bad liar."
I looked back up toward Professor Hunter's window. He wasn't there. "Yeah, you caught me."
"So you were running away before, and now you can no longer get in?"
"Something like that."
"Sounds dramatic."
I couldn't help but laugh. "I guess it is."
"Isn't that rather exhausting?"
I turned toward him. "Yes." That's exactly how I felt. I was completely and utterly exhausted.
He put his hand out. "I'm Brendan, by the way."
"Penny." I shook his hand.
