And oh, how I wish that someone was me.
“Earth to Amelia.” Kennedy waves her arms in front of my face and I'm pulled back into reality. “Jeez, weirdo. You totally spaced out for a minute.”
“Crap, sorry.”
She watches me intently before smirking. “Okay, spill. Who is he?”
I shake my head rapidly. “No one.”
It looks like she wants to argue, but she ultimately decides not to. I'm not dumb enough to think she's never going to bring it up again. It's only a matter of time before she's prying my decade-long crush out of me, but at least for now, it’s in the vault.
WE'RE HALFWAY BACK TO the dorms when a familiar laugh has my stomach in knots. I look up to see Easton and Zayn walking toward us. Fuck me.
“Hey, twerp,” my brother greets me. “Who's your friend?”
I sigh. “This is my roommate, Kennedy. Kennedy, this is my brother, Easton, and his friend, Zayn.”
Kennedy smiles politely and greets them both, but Zayn's gaze doesn't leave his phone. He mumbles a half-assed greeting, but that's about it. Clearly, Tessa was wrong, because he won't even look at me right now. I shake it off and focus on my brother.
“I thought you were busy today, and that's why you couldn't help me move in.”
He opens his mouth to answer when Zayn finally pockets his phone. “Sorry. That's my fault.”
Just the fact that he's talking to me turns my brain to mush. “O-oh, okay.”
His brows raise, accenting the piercing in the left one. “Do you still need help?”
I shake my head. “No. It's gine. I mean, fine. Done. I'm okay.”
“Okay, dork,” Easton says with a snicker. “Well, we're having a party at our place tomorrow night. You two can come if you want, but if you show up in one of those skimpy outfits, I'm sending you home to change.”
Ugh, could he treat me any more like a child? “Aye, aye, captain.”
He messes with my hair and walks away as Zayn smiles at me. “Bye, Meelz.”
The nickname I haven't heard in years shocks me into silence. It's been so long since I've heard him call me that. My cheeks heat, and I'm glad he's leaving with Easton right now, because I know they're bright red. I try to get my breathing under control as Kennedy’s grin turns devious.
“What?” I question defensively.
She smirks. “That was him.”
“What? No. No, it wasn't.”
Her nose scrunches up. “Has anyone ever told you you’re a terrible liar?”
I sigh heavily. “Okay, fine. But you can't say anything.”
She loops her arm with mine and starts pulling me toward our dorm. “My lips are sealed, but we're getting you that guy. By tomorrow night, he'll be wrapped around your pretty little finger.”
Somehow, I doubt that.
For some, having to go to class is a burden. The books. The lectures. The assignments. I mean, who would’ve thought you'd have to do all that while in school? The fucking nerve. For me, though, I enjoy it. There's something calming about sitting and listening to someone ramble about a subject. Maybe because it's one of the few normal things in my life.
When I first got here last year, it was strange. I knew no one, and while I'm far from anti-social, going to parties by myself isn't really my thing. Once Easton got here, though, everything got better. I ditched the dorms, and the two of us got a house together right outside campus. Now, all the parties are at our place.
The professor is going over the usual—what he expects from the class and what we can expect from him. Half the room looks like they're on the verge of falling asleep. I glance over at the guy next to me. His head is resting on his fist with his elbow on the desk. The second it slips, his head slams down against the hard surface, making a loud bang. I bite my lip to hold in a laugh as the whole class goes silent.
Dipshit.