Wait For You, Trust in Me: 2-Book Collection. J. Lynn

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СКАЧАТЬ Chapter 10

      Twenty-five emails from my cousin, ranging from the end of August, straight up till October 14^th.

      That was absolutely ridiculous.

      I’d waited until after mid-terms before subjecting myself to unnecessary what the fuckery that was sure to occur from opening any of these. Part of me just wanted to delete them. What was the point in reading the emails? Same shit different day.

      But I leaned back in my desk chair, exhaling loudly and obnoxiously.

      I told myself I’d read them Monday. Didn’t do it. Told myself I’d read them Tuesday. Nope, didn’t happen. Now it was Wednesday, six in the Godforsaken morning, and I’d been staring at my inbox for thirty minutes.

      David had been Blaine’s age at the time everything had gone down. He’d been three years older than me—seventeen. He’d been friends with Blaine, but hadn’t been at the party. After everything had happened—the truth, the deal between the parents, and the subsequent lies and nonstop shit storm that had become my life, David knew about the settlement, but had believed what everyone else had.

      That I had a mad case of buyer’s remorse.

      But David had stopped being friends with Blaine, because to my cousin, whether or not I’d been telling the truth in the beginning, it hadn’t mattered. The whole thing had just been nasty to David. Hadn’t made him one bit sympathetic to me for the past five years.

      Scrolling down to the first unread email dated back at the end of August. I shook my head and clicked it open. Same as the one I had read before. I needed to call him or my parents. Immediately. I rolled my eyes. Couldn’t have been that important, because you’d think one of them would’ve picked up the phone and called me if it had been.

      That was my family, though. Every one of them felt as if they should not have to pick up the phone. They were too busy for that, too important. Even my cousin, who apparently had a shit ton of time to send emails.

      I deleted that one.

      On to the next one.

      Same stuff, but there were a couple of more sentences. Something to do with a girl from high school. Molly Simmons. She’d been a year younger than me and of course I hadn’t been friends with the chick. I couldn’t even remember what she looked like. David needed to talk to me about her. Was he, like, dating the chick and getting married? If so, I was surprised that he’d even let me know.

      That’s one wedding I probably would not be attending.

      I deleted that email and was about to move on to the next one when my cell chirped. Dropping my feet onto the floor, I picked it up. It was a text from Brittany, wanting to know if I’d meet her for coffee before my astronomy class. I sent a quick text back, saying yes.

      Closing my laptop, I jumped up, deciding that a coffee date with Brit was a million times better than going through the slush pile of my email.

      #

      At lunch, Jacob was acting like a cracked out jack rabbit because we didn’t have classes Thursday or Friday due to Fall Break. He and Brit were excited about going home. I was happy for them, but also a little disappointed. Four day weekends were what life was made of for college students, but for me, it meant four days of doing absolutely nothing but bouncing off of walls and nerding out by reading ahead in my classes.

      But their mood was contagious and I found myself laughing as Jacob tried to convince a guy at another table that if a zombie bit a vampire than it would become a zombie vampire while the other guy was convinced that it would become a vampire zombie.

      Brit looked like she was hoping a zombie would crash through the Den and bite them all. “So what are you doing for break?” she asked.

      “Just staying here,” I said, and then added my ready made excuse. “It’s just too far to travel for four days.”

      “Understandable.” She picked up a rolled up napkin and tossed it at Jacob’s back, but he was in way too deep with his zombie/vampire fetish. “I’m leaving after my last class today.” She rested her head on my shoulder. “I’m going to miss you.”

      “Me too.”

      “You’ll be bereft without me.”

      “I know.”

      She sat up, eyes glimmering with excitement. “You know, you could always come home with me.”

      “Oh, Brit…” I wanted to hug the girl or cry. The offer seriously meant a lot to me. “Thank you, but that’s your time with your family and stuff.”

      “Well, think about it. If you change your mind between now and three, text me and I’ll zip you away.” She took a drink of her soda. “What’s Cam doing? Is he going home?”

      Good question. Before I could respond, Jacob whipped around like someone had yelled his name. “What about my fantasy husband?”

      Brit laughed. “I was asking Avery if he was going home for break.”

      “Is he?” he asked.

      Tucking my hair back, I shrugged. “I don’t know.”

      Jacob’s brows lowered. “What do you mean you don’t know?”

      “Um, I just don’t know. He hasn’t brought it up.”

      The two of them exchanged a look and Brit said, “I’m kind of surprised he hasn’t said anything to you about it.”

      Confusion rose. “Why are you surprised?”

      Jacob shot me a duh look. “You guys are like attached at the hip—”

      “No, we’re not.” I frowned. Were we? “No.”

      “Okay, do I need to list how often you guys are together?” Jacob raised his brows. “I think it would be safe to assume that you knew about his plans and the size of his cock by now.”

      “Oh my God.” I dropped my face into my hands.

      Brit giggled. “You’re making Avery blush.”

      He was.

      Jacob snickered. “I think you’re having a closet relationship with him.”

      “What?” Lifting my head, I stared at him. “I am not having a closet relationship with him. Trust me, he’s asked me—” I cut myself off. “We’re not.”

      “Whoa. Whoa. Whoa.” Jacob practically fell over. “He’s asked you what?”

      “Nothing.” I sat back, crossing my arms. “He hasn’t asked me anything.”

      Jacob looked at Brit. “Is it just me or is she just not that smooth to pull off a lie?”

      “Not that smooth,” Brit commented, twisting toward me. “What has he СКАЧАТЬ