Chapter 10
Holden
I’ve fucked up. There’s no way that Skylar would go out with that asshole. I refuse to believe it. Taking a deep breath, I force a smile to my lips. Skylar’s dorm is only a few feet ahead, and there is nothing stopping me from getting out and seeing how she is.
For the longest time she had a crush on me, and there’s no way that shit just ends. Climbing out of my car, I ignore the buzzing of my phone. It’s Alex wanting me to bring Skylar.
Running fingers through my hair, I see several chicks checking me out. They can look all they want. I’m not here to look for them.
Entering the dorm, I make my way up toward the floor where Skylar lives.
“Hey, aren’t you that guy, Holden?” a blonde asks as I’m about to pass.
“Not interested.” I’m more interested in Skylar, and keeping her away from Adrian. That guy is completely dangerous, and she could do so much better than him. She could stick with me. I’d treat her right.
I’ve known her my whole life, and there’s no one else I’d ever trust with her. Going to her floor, I ignore the stares and girlish giggles.
Slamming my hand against the door several times, I wait.
When she doesn’t answer right away, I lose my patience and repeat the action multiple times.
“Skylar, open up.”
Slamming my hand against the door, I pause only when the door opens.
“Jeez, what is your deal?” Skylar’s roommate says. She leans against the doorframe in a pair of cute pajamas.
“Where’s Skylar?” I ask.
“She’s not here. She’s out on a date.”
Staring at the girl, I wait for Skylar to pop out somewhere. “Very funny. Where is she?” I ask, losing my patience.
“Do you even remember my name?” the girl asks, closing the door.
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“You’re a very rude guy. What do all the girls see in you?”
I’ve finally had enough, and I push open the door to find that Skylar’s bed is completely empty, and what’s more, she’s not even there.
“I told you. She’s out on a date. Not my problem. You’re really rude, you know that?”
Her roommate goes back to her bed, where several books are spread out.
“Where is she?”
“Ugh! Are you stupid as well as deaf? She’s … on … a … date!” The roommate closes the book she was reading and continues to glare at me. “With the way you’re reacting, no wonder she’s chasing after the other guy. You’re really cramping my style, and I don’t even know you.”
“Clara, your name is Clara.”
“Idiot. My name is Claire.” She shakes her head, and I feel like shit.
“I must have misheard.”
“So, you’re here for Skylar. Why?”
“Why not? I’m her friend.”