Eleanor's POV:
"I don't ever want to see him again. I'd rather not know him at all. Your friend wants to get to know him? Then she should join the chess club."
My irritation with Claire grew, as she fawned over a jerk like Javier. Clearly, we were not on the same page.
"Chess?" she muttered. "What kind of girl plays chess?"
The next moment, I took out my chessboard and carefully placed it on the desk.
"Oh…" she awkwardly covered her mouth. And so, my first conversation with my roommate ended on a sour note.
Maybe it was the lingering anger about losing my first kiss to Javier, or maybe it was the eerie absence of Jeffrey's familiar reading voice before bed; I suffered from insomnia again.
A few hours ago, I heard the girls in the next dorm laughing and chatting loudly, probably tips
