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“I’m not hungry anymore.” He kisses me. “At least not for food.”
“You’re hungry. And you’re sweaty. We both are. Let me up so I can shower.”
He shifts to the side. “Fine. But I’m making an appointment with Dr. Taylor for later tonight.”
“See? This is why I didn’t tell you.” I get up and put my shirt on. “Now you’ll keep calling me a doctor when I haven’t even decided if that’s what I want to do.”
He yanks me back on the bed. “I was just having fun.”
“I know.” I kiss him quick, then jump up and put my jeans on and hurry to the door.
“I’ll meet you downstairs in 10,” he says as I leave.
I laugh as I walk back to my room. Dr. Taylor. It sounds so important. And although I’m laughing at the sound of it, I actually think I really could be a doctor someday.
One of the few good things about my mom was that she never said I couldn’t do something. Probably because she showed no interest in my life and didn’t care what I wanted to do. But because of that, I didn’t grow up thinking I wasn’t smart enough or determined enough. Money was my biggest obstacle. It still is. If I go to med school I don’t know how I’ll pay for it, but I know I could get through it and be a doctor someday.
Dr. Taylor. It still sounds funny.
CHAPTERSEVENTEEN
Wednesday at physics class,Carson comes and sits down right next to me. I arrived early and Carson and I are the only two people there.
Thanks to Garret I now see Carson as less of a friend and more like a guy trying to sleep with me, which I still don’t think is a fair assessment.
“Hi, again.” Carson shows off his dimple as he reaches into his brown leather messenger bag. “You like chocolate?”
“Who doesn’t?”
He pulls out a handful of candy bars and sets them on my desk.
“My mom sent me a care package. She sent way too much, so I thought I’d share with my lab partner.”
Is giving out chocolate a sign he’s trying to sleep with me? I’m sure Garret would say it is, but I think Carson’s just being nice.
He digs in his bag again and drops more chocolate bars on my desk.
“Thanks, but you don’t have to give me so much.”
“I’m trying to make friends and food usually helps with that.”
See? The poor guy is just trying to be my friend. And here I am taking his chocolate knowing we’ll be nothing more than lab partners. That’s just mean.
“Did you meet anyone at dinner last night?” I ask him as I stuff the candy in the front pouch of my backpack.
“I sat with some guys on my floor, but they didn’t say much. Then they left and some girls came over and we talked for a few minutes.”
“You should go to one of the parties this weekend. You’ll meet a ton of people.”
“Maybe we could go together.”
That definitely sounded more date-like and less friend-like. Unless the “we” included Garret.
“I don’t do the party thing. I don’t drink.”
“Really? I mean, I think it’s good. I’m just saying that it’s probably hard to be in college and not drink. Does your boyfriend drink?”
At least Carson remembered I had a boyfriend. I was starting to think he forget all about him.
