Thirty-Eight
Karrie
“Karrie!”
I stopped my descent down the concrete steps and turned to see who was calling me.
I sighed as another Delta pledge came running over carrying a small pink bag with matching tissue paper sticking out.
“Oh, thank God, my next class is in five minutes and I worried I’d missed you,” he said, shoving the bag at me.
I didn’t want to make him late, so I took it, even though I had no intention of opening it. It could go on our kitchen counter along with the other three bags, two gift boxes, and four bouquets of flowers I’d received from Ridge over the last five days.
I continued across campus, head down, wondering if it was time for me to talk to Ridge. Mina had told me everything he’d said, even though it was unnecessary, since I’d been standing on the other
