Page 65 of Choosing Forever
Lifting my brows, I move my head forward, urging her to continue. “Rules?”
“What’s your major?”
“Education.”
“Do you have any friends?”
“I just got here.”
“So, no friends,” she mutters, nodding.
“Not yet.”
She ignores that and stands, peering down at me curiously. “Boyfriend?”
“Why do you need to know that?” I ask, starting to ramble.
I haven’t prepared an answer for that question yet. What is the correct answer to that, even? Technically, I don’t have a boyfriend anymore, but it’s only been two days since Darren left for Calgary and I came, well, here. I’m not ready to say no to that question.
“You don’t,” Brooklyn states dully, already busying herself with something in one of her boxes, her interest gone.
“What? You don’t know that. I didn’t answer the question.”
“It’s yes or no. You said something else.”
“Okay, I wasn’t aware this was a test,” I snap, growing frustrated.
“I’m merely asking so I know if we need to create a signal of some sort. A sort of sock on the doorknob scenario.”
Blinking, I stare at her. “I used to have a boyfriend. We’re taking a break. So, I guess he’s still kind of my boyfriend.”
“So, you’re single.”
“Not exactly?—”
Brooklyn stares at me over her shoulder, deadpan. “You’re single.”
“Okay, fine. I’m single!” I throw my hands up and gather my phone and sweater from the bed. “I’m going out now.”
“Rules, Delaney. Don’t touch my stuff, and if you’re going to have people over, leave a note. My side of the room is off limits.”
“I have to go on your side to go to the bathroom.”
She huffs and looks up at the ceiling, as if she’s over having to deal with me already. “I’ll include a path when I draw on the floor.”
“I’m leaving now,” I say instead of responding to that.
Grunting, she waves me off. “Bye.”
Well then. I leave the room quickly and make it out of the building before pulling my phone out. Without thinking better of it, I send off a text.
My roommate is going to knife me in my sleep. How’s yours?
Nerves swarm when I read it back and curse. So much for space.
Darren answers instantly, putting my fear to rest.He’s been high since I got here. Pretty sure I’m being hotboxed as we speak.
Finding a spot in the courtyard, I hunker down and send him another message, a smile warming my face.
