Page 174 of Most Valuable Players
“He and Tarynare sitting guard in the living room,” I tell Ginny on the phone later.
The two of them never hang out at our apartment. That’s part of the Adam Scott boyfriend experience—bending over backward for his girl and always staying at their place. Or that’s what I hear. Since this is my first year living with him I don’t really know, but Rauthruss made an offhanded comment once that Adam hardly ever has girlfriends sleep over.
“So, I’ll just come over. What’s he going to do? Kick me out?”
“No, but he might kick me out.”
She groans. “This is stupid. I can date whoever I want.”
“He’s just looking out for you.”
“I don’t need him to look out for me.” She sighs into the phone. “I guess it’s best to give him a couple of days to cool off.”
My chest tightens, and I wonder if in a couple of days she’ll decide it isn’t worth making waves. Maybe that’d be for the best.
The next morning, though, she’s waiting outside of the dining hall for me and a goofy grin pulls at my lips.
I hug her and she laughs. “Miss me?”
“Yep.” I take her hand and follow her through the line for omelets.
“I need my hand back,” she says, and I realize I’m still holding her palm in mine.
We take our usual table. Mav drops into a chair beside her a few minutes later. “Hey there, Romeo and Juliet.”
Ginny laughs. “Their families were enemies—this isn’t really that sort of thing.”
“Well, itisa Shakespearean tragedy, anyway. What are you going to do?”
I shrug. Thought about it all night long and I still don’t have an answer.
“I’m heading home tonight. I’m sure by the time I get back on Sunday, he’ll be over it.”
I’m not so sure.
After my morning classes, I head back to the apartment. Ginny’s on her way home for the long weekend, and the prospect of spending that many days without her is a real bummer.
Rauthruss is on the phone with Carrie. Mav and Adam are still on campus. I’ve got my newest package from Chloe and Nathan, so I grab it and walk to my room.
I call him as I cut open the tape.
“Hey,” he answers on the second ring.
“Hey. Got your latest box.”
“And?”
As soon as I pull back the flaps, a deep chuckle escapes from my throat. “This one is all you, bro.”
“What? How can you tell?”
“It looks like you went down the aisles at Target and just threw random things in.” I pull out deodorant, body soap, condoms (major eye roll), toothpaste, pencils, a giant tub of my favorite protein, and an Xbox gift card. “Plus it’s all just shoved in here. Chloe’s boxes are packed a lot nicer than yours.”
“I knew I should have had her wrap it all up.”
I chuckle again. “Thank you. I appreciate it.”
Sitting in my desk chair, I lean back as he catches me up on the latest wedding details. Getting married takes an awful lot of planning, apparently.
