Page 37 of Palm South University: Season 2

“Oh don’t worry, she’s too busy rolling them around all over my pillow,” Erin adds as she opens their bedroom door. “Make sure you Lysol before you leave.” I toss a throw pillow at both of them just as they squeeze through the opening, laughing.

When they’re gone and I’m alone, I sigh loudly, glancing at my phone and groaning again at the two missed texts from Jarrett. I’ve been avoiding him, which probably isn’t a smart move, considering how that worked out for me last time. Although, Ireallywouldn’t mind being fucked in a dark closet right about now. But ever since I saw him with that girl at Pie Heaven, I haven’t answered his texts. Which is stupid. And petty.

Mrs. Stupid and Petty herself, ladies and gentlemen.

Huffing, I heave myself off Erin’s bed and mope down the hallway to my own, burying myself in the covers. I tuck my phone under my pillow and will myself not to look at it again. Calling Jarrett and asking him to hang out with me while I’m sick would be crossing the line into boyfriend territory, and that’s the last thing I want — the last thinghewants, obviously. We both understand what we are and what we are not, even if I am butt-hurt over him going to lunch with another girl, and sick cuddle buddies definitely falls on the what-we-are-not-list.

But the more time that passes, the more I want to text him — see him, be around him. The scary thing is that I don’t even want to hook up, not really — not specifically, anyway. It would be a nice added feature to the package but really, I just want his company. I want to make him laugh, I want to hear him talk about his day, I want to put my feet in his lap and watch a movie. And the more that realization sets in, the harder it is to keep myself from picking up the phone — from giving into a feeling I haven’t had in over a year.

I thought I could handle not putting a title on what we are, just doing what we want and going from there. But the truth of the matter is that I don’t hook up with other people and when I’m not with him, he’s all I think about. Toss in the fact that I get insanely jealous when I see him with any other woman, coworker or not, and the recipe for disaster thickens. I don’t know who I thought I was fooling.

What have I gotten myself into?