Page 194 of The Charlie Method

Come over after if it’s not too late.

I check the time and decide it is indeed too late. I have an early class tomorrow, so I type a quick response telling them I’ll see them tomorrow night, then drive home to Greek Row.

Agatha is entering the foyer from the corridor at the same time as I walk through the front door. Her expression grows pinched at the sight of me, and she greets me with a tight nod. She’s been extra cool to me since the Presidents’ Gala. She claims she doesn’t believe my ex’s allegations that I’m the supreme slut of the galaxy, but I can tell she’s suspicious of me.

Faith pokes her head out of her room when I reach the second-floor hallway. “Hey, babe. You’re back so late.”

“I live at the lab now,” I say glumly.

“Make any progress at least?”

“Thankfully, yes.”

She follows me into my room, flopping on the mattress and watching me deposit my laptop bag and purse on the desk.

“You look stressed,” she remarks in amusement.

“I am stressed. Ugh. I sort of regret not going to the guys’ house tonight for some stress-busting sex, but I have to wake upsoearly tomorrow—” I stop when I notice her expression.

Bewilderment and deep, deep suspicion.

“What?” I ask warily.

“You just said theguys’house? Like, plural guys.”

A queasy sensation tickles my stomach. “I mean Will’s house. He has a roommate, so I guess the plural just made sense in my head.”

Faith’s gaze pierces into me. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not lying,” I insist.

“Yes, you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

She hops to her feet, crossing her arms over the front of the oversize Patriots tee she likes to sleep in. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing.”

“We’ve been sharing a house for almost four years now, Charlotte Kingston. Do you think I’m a fool? A foolish fool who can’t tell when my best friend is being a filthy liar?”

A strangled laugh flies out. It’s my turn to flop onto the bed, burying my face in my hands.

“Fine. You win. I’ve found myself in a bit of a situation,” I confess into my palms.

“Okay?”

I peek out from between my fingers. “I did something stupid.”

“Define stupid.”

“I have two boyfriends, and I’m in love with them both.”

Silence crashes over the room.

Then Faith doubles over in laughter.

My head pops out from my hands. “Why are you laughing at me? This is serious!”

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