Dani
I white-knuckled the steering wheel as I headed back to campus. I was irritated. Frustrated. And pissed off at that phone call from Hannah. I wanted to stay with Max. I wanted to make sure he’d be all right. I wanted to get one more night under his belt with someone watching over him before I made my way back for classes tomorrow. Especially since I only had afternoon classes.
But no. My roommate had to call and practically ram her emotions down my throat.
“Fucking Hannah,” I murmured.
I mean, who the hell was she, anyway? She was my roommate that wanted to get me laid. That’s who she was. So I’d gotten laid. By a great guy. Who actually liked me.
She doesn’t know any of that, though.
Yeah, and she won’t if she keeps ruining stuff like this.
“Ugh,” I groaned.
I pulled into campus and snagged a parking spot not too far away from the dorm building. At least I wasn’t hiking across campus this time around. I dreaded going into that building. I dreaded riding the elevator. I could practically hear Hannah seething at the end of the hallway. I heard her pacing, her little heels clicking at an insane speed.
And when I rounded the corner to stand in the doorway, she whipped around.
“What the actual hell, Dani?”
I thumbed over my shoulder. “You know I can walk right back out.”
“Oh, no you don’t.”
“Hey!”
She grabbed my wrist and pulled me over to my bed. She whipped me around, cornering me in my own damn room like a rabid dog. I felt my face fall and my back stiffen. I stared at her as she closed--and locked--our dorm door. I felt like I was at home again, like she had become my parent. Locking me away from the world because she thought she knew what was best for me.
She had another think coming.
“What the hell are you doing, scaring me like that?” she asked.
“Last I checked, you weren’t my mother,” I said.
She snickered. “Drop the tough girl act. It doesn’t suit you.”
“Then stop interrogating me like a parent. You call me up and chew me out over something that isn’t your business--”
“Making sure my roommate and my friend is okay is my business, Dani. You had me worried sick!”
I held my arms out. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to.”
“You skipped classes.”
“I’m two weeks ahead in my work.”
“You never skip classes.”
I sighed. “Can we get to the point?”
She took a step toward me. “Fine. We can. You aren’t acting like yourself, Dani. Do you know how uncharacteristic it is of you to spend a night out?”
“No. Why don’t you inform me?”
She snickered. “Like very uncharacteristic.”
I nodded. “Very.”