In Too Hard (Freshman Roommates Trilogy, Book 3) by Jacobs Mara

Author:Jacobs, Mara
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Copper Country Press LLC
Published: 2015-03-18T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

I grabbed some lunch by myself at the caf and decided to get in a few hours at the library before I needed to get back to my room and start getting ready for the night out with Jane.

Around three, I got a text. Because I had my phone on silent, it was just sheer luck that I saw the light go on out of the corner of my eye. Probably Jane, wondering when we should be ready to go out.

I started to pack my bag as I swiped my phone. It was like my hand holding my laptop hovered in the air and froze when I realized that it was Montrose, not Jane, who had texted.

First text in over a month from him. It had all been short notes on his desk since that Sunday night before classes started.

Are you on campus?

I set my laptop down, and took a deep breath before answering yes, and that I was in the library.

Can you come back to the office for a little while?

I didn’t hesitate. Yes. I’ll be there in about ten minutes. Are you there now?

Yes. See you soon.

I threw my stuff in my bag and made my way quickly through the stacks and out of the library.

He hadn’t mentioned why he wanted me to come, nor for how long he thought we’d be there. But, he’d obviously seen my note. So, either he wanted to fire me face-to-face, or he was going to tell me that I was still on the job.

But why not say that with a simple text or email?

It would be the classy thing to do to let me go in person. Realizing that was probably the reason for the summons, my footsteps slowed. Crap. The last thing I’d want to do after being dumped (again!) by Montrose was to go out and party with Jane in our slutty red dresses.

I could just see myself getting drunk and being the girl who spends the night crying into her beer, telling her sad tale of woe to anybody who would listen.

Which of course I could never be. My tale of woe with Montrose could not be made public.

I texted Jane and told her I was sorry, but I had to work tonight, and to go without me. She responded quickly that it was no big deal, and she was cool with staying in.

Again I wondered about the ponytail guy from Betsy Stratton’s wedding, and if he was the reason Jane seemed to be a bit mellower this semester.

And had no plans for Valentine’s Day.

I debated quickly running back to Creyts to change my clothes or at least put on some makeup. Knowing there wouldn’t be a chance of running into Montrose during my “visitation” hours of the office, I’d just thrown on some Lulus, a knit top and sweater this morning. I’d twisted my hair up in a messy bun and left, figuring I’d shower later, before getting ready for the party.

But if there was a

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