Page 16 of All My Broken Pieces

My phone buzzes again, but I ignore it, moving to pack up my things as class ends. Slipping out of the classroom, I duck my head and hurry across campus to the library.

I started spending more time here again since I left, needing something to occupy the lonely hours. Plus, while Ava has been thrilled to have me as a roomie, Killian isn’t entirely the biggest fan. So I try to make myself scarce as much as possible.

All their loud sex definitely doesn’t help matters either. Not that I have any interest in getting railed by a fifty year old man, but the sounds of their passion make me miss my own sex life.

It was a really fucking good sex life too.

Guilt gnaws at me at the thought as I adjust my glasses. Throwing my bag onto one of the empty study tables, I sink into a chair with a huff. I pull out my textbook and get to work on studying for the finals coming up in a few months.

Some people might think it’s a little premature, but I pride myself in my perfect GPA and that doesn’t happen without a shit ton of studying.

Hours pass before I come up for air, stretching the sore muscles from being hunched over. My eyes drift to my phone I had set face down to avoid looking at it. Chewing my lip, I slowly reach for it, my stomach flipping as I turn the screen toward me.

Six new messages

Well shit, aren’t I popular.

I breathe a laugh, clicking on the notification.

Bestie *double pink heart emoji*

Hey babe, we’re going out so

you’ll have the place to yourself

I smile at the message from Ava, kind of wishing I had read it before I subjected myself to the uncomfortable wooden furniture.

Bestie *double pink heart emoji*

Okay, so lunch looks like it’s gonna be an all

day and night adventure *winking emoji*

Be back tomorrow, enjoy yourself.

Watch some TV but DON'T start the

new episode without me!!!

I roll my eyes and quickly type out a response.

Me

I would never! *kissy face emoji*

Enjoy your sexy time *winking emoji*

Moving to the next messages, I see several from Arriana and one that makes my stomach drop. Ignoring the ones from my ex, I hover my finger over the last message.

It’s just a text.

Blowing out a breath, I click on the message.

Mom

Hi honey. Why don’t you come

over for dinner tonight? Your

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