LORI
I didn’t care if I looked crazy, stomping across campus in pajamas. I’d had enough of his bullshit—his disappearing acts, his cryptic excuses, his pick-and-choose affection like I was some sort of optional side quest in his chaotic video game life. I was done crying into my pillow. I was done checking my phone like a lovesick loser. He owed me answers, and I wasn’t leaving without them.
I reached his dorm and knocked. No answer. So I kept knocking, louder. Then harder.
“Jason,” I shouted, slamming my palm against the door, “Open the f*****g door. I know you’re in there!”
Silence. Then finally, a hoarse, strangled voice slithered through the wood, so low I barely caught it.
“…Who is it?”
“It’s Lori,” I snapped, breathless and pissed, “Open up.” He wants to pretend that he doesn
