“And the idiots that attend.”
“That too,” she says with a laugh. As our Student Welfare Director at Knight’s Ridge, she’s more than aware of the kinds of students I’m talking about.
The privileged bitches who think the world owes them something, and the conceited pricks who think they’re gods.
“Thanks for this, it’s been… fun,” I say, taking my plate and empty cans to the kitchen.
“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone you enjoyed yourself. Wouldn’t want to ruin your image.” I’m almost out of the room when she speaks again, and the words out of her mouth instantly make me groan. “Are you going to the party tomorrow night?”
“Not you as well,” I mutter.
“You should go. Might help sort things out with your friends.”
My chin drops, but thankfully my back is still to her so she doesn’t see my reaction.
“Everything is fine with my friends.”
A beat passes, and I look over my shoulder at her.
“Okay, whatever you say. I think you should go, though. Get dressed up, let your hair down. After all, you’re going to spend all of next week with a bunch of boring adults.” I think of Dad’s friends and I can’t help but smile. My pseudo uncles are anything but boring. Although they’ve definitely toned it down a little since finding themselves married and having kids, that’s for sure.
“I think I prefer the adults,” I confess.
“I’m sure you’ll reconsider that after five days away.”
“We’ll see. Sleep well,” I say, bolting from the room before she can try to convince me to go to that damn party. Calli and Stella don’t need her help on the matter.
I change out of my clothes and pull on a shirt that I really shouldn’t have kept, much less use to sleep in. Then I grab my laptop and textbooks and I climb into bed to at least make a little progress.
I end up working until I pass out, slumping down on my pillows with my laptop still warming my thighs while the cool winter air from outside cools my cheeks.