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“Speaking of texts, have you heard from Jen recently?” Ian asked.
“No. Why?”
He shrugged. “No reason.”
I stared at him watching the game. Seriously, why did all our conversations always revert back to Jen? Was something going on between Ian and my sister?
“We could fix this situation though.”
“I’m not in the mood to talk to Jen right now.”
Ian laughed. “I was talking about Penny. I could put one of those cameras in her dorm room…”
I sighed. As tempting as that was, I couldn’t take him up on the offer. Partly because I was worried about what I would see. Besides, how was he planning on breaking into her dorm room? I didn’t even want to know. “Let’s just focus on the game.”
“That’s what I was trying to do. But your sulking is very distracting. Are you hungry?” He got up and stretched. “Maybe we should go out and watch the game somewhere on Main Street.”
That sounded terrible. There were students at the restaurants on Main Street. Students that weren’t Penny that I didn’t want to talk to.
“Or…I’ll go warm up something Ellen made for us?”
I laughed. “You meanmydinner?”
“Nah, Ellen knows I always steal food from your fridge. She’s been making me leftovers for years.”
“She has?” I hadn’t known that. How had I not noticed food disappearing from my fridge for years?
“Yeah.” He laughed. “I thought you knew.”
I didn’t. But it was just like Ellen to want to take care of everyone.
“I’ll go warm it up. Don’t text Penny while I’m gone. Another text would really be the wrong move.”
I knew he was right. I glared at my phone, willing for Penny to respond to me. Each minute that ticked by without a response driving me slowly more insane.
Obsessed - Chapter 33
Wednesday
"I'll talk to you after class.” That was the text I’d finally gotten from Penny this morning. Any text like that wasn’t good news. But at least she’d reached out. And whatever it was? I’d fix it. Because losing her was not an option. One night without her and I was back to not sleeping. I climbed into bed for a minute, but all I could smell was her on my sheets. I’d ended up sleeping a few hours on the couch in my office and my back was aching.
I hated feeling this out of control. I hated feeling this desperate. This was what I’d been trying to avoid. But here I was. It was fucking pathetic. And I couldn’t stop.
I walked out into the kitchen. Ellen paused when she saw me, a plate balancing precariously in her hand.
“What?” I snapped, my voice hoarse.
She didn’t even flinch. She was used to my moods. “Are you feeling alright?”
No.“Mhm.”
She looked so concerned. “Here. Eat something.” She put the plate down on the counter. “It’s your favorite.”
I honestly didn’t care what she’d made. The only thing I was craving was Penny. And I couldn’t have her because she was hiding from me. “I’ll grab something on the way, I’m running late.”
She lightly touched my arm. “Are you sure you’re okay, dear? Really?”
I knew how I must look. Ellen had been working for me for years. She knew how low I could get. She’d seen me at my worst. I knew exactly what she was asking me. And I didn’t know how to answer her. Because I was just as worried as her.
