Page 36 of Cheater and the Saint
“I’m not interested in him,” I denied, and right after I said the words, I wondered if they were even true.
Tayte gave me a look that said he thought I was full of shit. “Uh huh.”
I gave myself enough time to fully wake up and get dressed before facing the inevitable and returning to my dorm. Saint wasn’t there.
It was Sunday morning, and he wasalwayshome on the weekend. I walked through the quiet house, a bit weirded out by how quiet it actually was. Or maybe it was the fact I knew I was alone that made me feel that way. Even when Saint was busy working on something on his laptop, I heard the clacking of his typing.
There was nothing right then. No typing, classical music, or even the swooshing sound of his fidget spinner.
In the living room, I turned on the TV just to add some sound to the place. Saint must’ve gone to the library, I decided. However, then I saw his laptop on the kitchen table, along with some of his textbooks.
Still a bit hungover, I reclined on the couch and shut my eyes. Whenever Saint got home, I hoped we could clear the air between us.
