Bab 39: Who did she think she was?

Jason Davenport

My mind wandered as I leaned on a wall in the hallway.

Rory and I had finally decided to throw the party at his place instead, and it had been exactly what I needed. Yes, I'd felt uneasy in the beginning, but after I'd gone home and disposed of the bloodied sheets, I felt better.

Better and ready to party. And so far, apart from a terrible hangover, everything was going really great.

The project was due today, and we were each supposed to submit a written report about our experience working together.

Of course Amelia would be writing for the both of us. But I hadn't seen the bitch today.

I frowned, hoping she wasn't still sulking about the other day. God, that girl had to be the most dramatic one I'd ever met in my entire life.

And she better not have told anyone shit. What would she say anyway? I wondered, smiling. No one would believe her.