“That’s unfortunate,” I mumble under my breath.
“Huh?”
“Nothing.” I smile.
“Alright, I’ll see you same time tomorrow.” She smiles at me and waves over to Chloe, who’s been sitting at her favorite table, working on her computer for the last two hours. “Oh, before I forget, a bunch of us are going to party at Jonathan’s house this weekend. He lives right off campus, and it’s an open invitation.You two should come.”
My eyebrows shoot up and I worry my smile is coming off scary. Thankfully, Chloe’s is genuine when she says, “Ooh, sounds fun, thanks!”
Kelly smiles and pushes against the glass door, fighting the howling wind outside as she leaves. I wait until she’s out of sight before I round the counter and sit down across from Chloe.
“Sounds fun?” I ask.
“Well, what did you want me to say? ‘No, we hate parties and people, get fucked.’” She sticks her tongue out and holds up her two middle fingers and I snort a laugh.
“Besides, I had to say something. You were over there looking like you're at the gynecologist and she’s trying to distract you by asking if you watch Survivor while giving youa pap smear.” She mimics my pained expression and now I fold over, having a full-blown laughing fit.
“Have I thanked you yet for keeping me company tonight?”
“No problem, babe.” She closes her computer, stretching her arms above her head with a yawn, and her eyes study a post filled with flyers.
The last two girls that were studying together head out. I give them a wave, follow them to the door, and lock up behind them.
I turn around, ready to start closing down, and catch Chloe scribbling something onto the palm of her hand.
“Are you taking down the number of a sugar daddy over there?”
“You think people just advertise that kind of stuff all willy-nilly on a university campus?”
She comes back, sliding the paper into her wallet and gathers her computer from the table.
“What’s that for?” I nod to the secret paper.
“Tutoring.”
Aside from her Disney Princess beauty, Chloe also happens to be the smartest person I know. She’s like a triple threat with her beauty, brains, and brawn. Okay, maybe not the brawn part, but what she lacks in muscle, she makes up for with her heart of gold.
I cock my head at her.
“What?” she asks.
“You’re practically in Mensa. What are you doing looking for a tutor?”
“I’m not looking for a tutor, I’m looking for a job.”
I continue wiping down tables as Chloe follows me, putting the chairs up off of the floor. “How are you going to have time for a job between classes, writing your book, and all the volunteering you do?”
“I don’t know. You’ll have to give me some tips once you get that internship.” She raises a brow at me.
I’m wiping down the table, mid-reach, and I drop my head between my shoulders with a groan.
“Have you heard back from anyone yet?” There’s a smile in her voice. Either my pain is humorous to her, or my dramatics are. Thankfully, I know my friend, and it’s the latter.
“Two,” I say. “But it’s the two I’m least excited about.”
“Do I dare to even try to guess?”
“The rugby team and the wrestling team.”
