I have no idea what he was talking about, but this is more than Cole suggesting I’m Crawford’s type. I need to find out what the fuck he’s on about before he makes good on his promise.
Which means I have to ask the one person I don’t want to for help.
Travis.
Fuck my life.
CHAPTERTWENTY
My reflection in the mirror is as solemn as I’d expect when dressing for a memorial. Obviously we couldn’t attend the funeral, that happened back in Serena’s home town, but the University thought the memorial would be a good way for those of us that knew her to say our goodbyes.
After having to explain the whole Crawford situation to Travis, he said he’d look into it. Considering I have no idea what the hell Crawford was going on about, I’m not sure he’s going to have much luck, and he said about as much when we spoke.
But at the very least, he said he’d try.
Though after I told him and the others what happened, Sawyer hasn’t left my side in class, and I’m pretty sure they did something to Crawford, because he hasn’t so much as looked at me since I told them.
And he gave me passing marks on both of my tests from last week.
I’m just keeping my head down, doing my papers, and trying to do what I can. There’s not much longer left in this semester, then I’ll be free of him at least.
Well, so long as I don’t actually fail his classes. If I do, then I have no idea what I’m going to do. I’ve already crammed so much into each semester that I can’t afford to retake two freaking classes for the credits to graduate.
So I’m really hoping Travis finds something, otherwise I have no idea what I’m going to do.
We have a football game tonight, and obviously I’m going to support Cole. I haven’t missed any home games since I’ve been at Saints U and I’m not about to start now.
But first we have the memorial for Serena.
I can’t believe it's been four weeks since she was killed, and what’s worse is the police still have no idea who did it.
Her parents are flying in today, and I’m pretty sure Charli is coming with them. My heart hurts for them all, but I still haven’t really processed her death. Well, not like people would expect me to. I don’t mean to seem callous, but while we were friends, she wasn’t exactly my bestie, and sure I miss her, and I’m sad she’s gone, horrified by how she was taken from her family, angry that it happened to her, but I’m not… overwhelmed by it like other people seem to be.
I haven’t cried.
I haven’t gotten mad.
I’ve just kept going, because that’s what I do.
And I’m sure a therapist would have a field day with that little nugget, but that is why I don’t do therapy.
However, I am hoping I can convince Penn to come back to the dorm today, because I can’t keep living in the spare room here. I’ve basically taken it over at this point. The twins were great about helping me set it up when we realized Penn wasn’t coming back after a few days, because there was no way I was going to keep living in their rooms.
But it doesn’t feel like my place either.
Not that the dorm feels like home, but at least it was my space.
I know technically this is my space, the guys said as much, but Travis wasnotexactly sunshine and rainbows about me taking over the spare room.
I’ve stopped trying to figure him out. It makes my head hurt less.
I check my reflection again, knowing that I have so many other things to be worried about rather than the way I’m dressed, but it’s all I’ve got to shut down the voices right this second.
I’m just glad Penn offered to speak when Charli asked us, because I wouldn’t have had a clue what to say.
A knock on the door pulls me from my thoughts and I’m a little shocked to see Cole pop his head around the door. “You about ready?”
“I am. I didn’t realize you were coming.”