She was practically seething with hatred. I only shrugged as we stood up to empty our trays, “Let’s hope you’re right.”
She glared at me. “You know, sometimes you can be really mean and thoughtless.”
“I thought that’s what you liked about me? My blunt demeanor–I won’t hide what I think might be true.” I said sarcastically.
I heard nothing for a second and then I looked back to find her staring at me.
“You are one twisted individual. Maybe that’s the reason I like you.”
I laughed and threw my trash away. “Maybe you’re the twisted one for even liking me.”
She joined me in laughter. “Fair enough. Well, whatever, come on–let’s go back to the dorms. I want to take a small nap before I text Damon. Do you want to come with us? It would certainly throw Erica for a loop.”
“Let me think about
