My Favourite Mistake. Chelsea Cameron M.

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      There was something seriously wrong with Hunter. One minute he was talking about going to bed with me, the next he said he didn’t want to have sex with me because he liked me and then he was colder than a Maine winter. Maybe that was something I could bring up with housing. I’d had to turn my phone off during class, but couldn’t wait to check it and see if I had a message. I also planned on stopping there after lunch, before my last class.

      We finished early, and Megan and I decided to get lunch at the Union. She went for a cheeseburger from the grill, and I got a tomato wrap filled with hummus and veggies. Somehow we found two empty seats and set everything down.

      “So you need to give me some more details on this guy.”

      “I don’t really know much, actually. Except he’s a douche and he’s sleeping in my room.”

      She covered her burger with ketchup and smashed the bun. “Is he cute?”

      I had to think about my answer. There was no denying that Hunter was gorgeous. He had everything the typical female would want. Good body, perfect teeth, great hair and everything (that I could see) in proportion. Given a personality transplant, I would have been seriously crushing on him. He also had this fabulous jawline. Not that I’d noticed.

      “Oh, he’s a hottie all right, but it’s his personality that could use some help.”

      “Still, better a good-looking jerk than an ugly nice guy.”

      “What category is Jake in?”

      “He’s a little bit of both,” she said, munching a fry. “I like to think he combines the right amount of hotness and niceness.”

      Megan’s boyfriend was a nice guy. It was just his friends that needed some work. They weren’t jerks; they were just gross. Megan often walked into her bathroom to find one of them had forgotten to flush, another had left hair and floss on the sink and another had left hair in the shower drain. She only stayed for love, she said. I would have been out of there faster than you could say Clorox.

      “Well, Hunter is all asshat.”

      “But a good-looking one. You can overlook a lot if he’s hot.”

      “Trust me—it’s not going to happen.”

      I finished my wrap, and we went to chuck our trays, saying goodbye to Megan, who had calculus.

      I had some time to kill before I had my next class and didn’t want to walk all the way up the hill to our apartment, so I went to one of the computers in the Union and checked the jobs board. Last year I’d worked at one of the dining commons. It hadn’t been horrible, and I’d made some good friends, but I’d had more than enough of chopping salads and making endless grilled cheese sandwiches. I wanted something new that might offer some intellectual stimulation. The library was my first choice.

      I scrolled through the listings for student workers. Most of them were in the dining commons, but there was one that caught my eye for a library aide in the government publications department, whatever that was.

      I clicked on the link and filled out the application, trying to make myself sound as academic and smart as possible. I clicked Send and hoped I’d get a return email for an interview. I scrolled through the rest of the jobs, but nothing jumped out at me. I quickly checked my email for anything from housing. I had nothing on my phone. I’d checked at least twelve times.

      I decided that housing hadn’t gotten back to me, so I was going to them. Their office was on the third floor of the Union, so I took the stairs, composing myself before I walked into the office. The receptionist looked up when I walked in. There were two other students, a guy and a girl, waiting already. They both looked surly and unhappy, and the girl had clearly been crying.

      “Can I help you?” the woman said, looking up from her computer.

      “Yeah, I’m having a housing issue and I really need to talk to someone right away. I called and left messages, but you weren’t open yesterday.”

      “Okay, let me check. You hold tight.”

      She got to her feet and shuffled off to one of the offices, knocking softly on the door before going in. She closed the door so I couldn’t hear what she said. Damn. I grabbed a hard candy from the jar and unwrapped it, earning glares from the other two people waiting. A few seconds later the secretary came back. I tried to judge from her face whether it was good or bad news.

      “I’ve talked with Marissa, the head of housing, and she’s aware of your situation. If you want to sit and wait, she’ll be with you as soon as she can. These people were ahead of you, and it’s first come, first served,” she said with a tight smile.

      “Do you know how long it’s going to be? I have class soon.”

      “Would you like to set up an appointment?”

      “When is the soonest you’d be able to do it?”

      “Let me check,” she said with a barely audible sigh. I wasn’t trying to be difficult. “This is a very busy week. Hmm…” She scrolled through her computer, her eyes looking for an empty space. “The earliest we can do it is Friday afternoon at two.”

      “Friday?” Seriously? “Isn’t there anyone else I can talk to?”

      “Let me check Roger’s schedule. He’s the assistant director.” She scrolled again, and I crossed my fingers. Not that I believed in luck. “The earliest he can do is next Monday at four.”

      Great, just great. I tried not to scream in frustration.

      “Okay, I’ll take Friday. What am I supposed to do before then?”

      “You should contact your resident director and he can help you work through any issues you may have, okay?”

      She wrote out my date on a card and took my name, typing it slowly into the computer. Yeah, our resident director. I’d seen the guy all of once when I’d moved in. He’d introduced himself and given some speech about how his door was always open. Yeah, I was going to go to some complete stranger with my problems. Not likely.

      I thanked the woman and tried not to stomp out of the office. My phone buzzed, and I looked down to find a text from “Sexy Roommate.” I opened it, wondering what the hell.

      Sitting in class, thinking about you. You thinking about me?

      I had an idea who it was. More than an idea. I just didn’t know when he’d gotten hold of my phone to put his number in.

      Who is this?

      The guy u slept with last night. One of them at least.

      Bite me.

      Saw u walking across campus today.

      U stalking me now?

      I was minding my own business and u crossed MY path. Who’s stalking who now?

      This is harassment. I’m going to report you.

      Do whatever you want, Missy. You still haven’t given me an СКАЧАТЬ