![]() ![]() She was still in the same clothes from last night. Tate threw her backpack on her bed and started yanking stuff out of drawers. Reaching over, I turned my alarm clock to see it was only six in the morning. “Yes?” I replied as more of a question, blinking against the morning light. “Fallon, are you awake?” I heard Tate call. The heavy wooden dorm room door clicked open. They often invited me along on their dates, but I had no interest in being a third wheel. Since Jared attended the University of Chicago, he didn’t hang around our campus much. ![]() Tate and I studied together and went out once in a while. ![]() He put on a macho act, but that was all it was. Plus, over the past couple of months, I’d grown to like Jared a lot. While it was lonely around the dorm when she went home-I still hadn’t really made any friends-I couldn’t begrudge them the time they spent together. Most weekends they traveled back to Shelburne Falls to visit her dad and for them both to race at the Loop-whatever that was. When Tate wasn’t in our room or the library, she was at Jared’s apartment in the city.Īt first she tried only staying there on the weekends-respecting her father’s wishes and all-but now it had become more frequent. When I wasn’t in my room or at class, I was in the library. Neither of us had a job, but school kept us rocking around the clock. ![]()
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