“Oh, God, Sara, you’re not really going to do it, are you?” Ashley pulled off her boyfriend’s Aggies jacket, which was about three sizes too big for her, and tossed it over a chair before coming to stand behind the computer desk. “s**t. You are, aren’t you?”
Sara Peterson hadn’t been quick enough to close the American Airlines reservations page before her roommate had spotted it. Oh well. Ashley would’ve found out about it when Sara asked her to drive her to the Dallas-Fort Worth Airport anyway. Sara swiveled the chair around to face Ashley. “I don’t know what you’re so upset about. Aren’t you the one always telling me I should live a little? That life is about more than just getting the highest grades? That I really need to put myself out there? I don’t understand your objections to this
