"You're so weird. I mean look at this place. Clearly he can afford anything he wants. And he said he wanted to pay the difference of your scholarship."
"I don't know. I'm sure we'll talk about it again. I'd just feel weird taking his money."
"You wouldn't be taking it, he'd be giving it to you. What's in there?" she asked, pointing to James' bedroom door.
"That's his room. Come on, you've gotta see his bathroom."
Melissa laughed. "Geez, this is weird. I can't believe I'm about to walk into a professor's bedroom. I have to say, if I was to guesswhich one of us was more likely to sleep with their professor, I would have guessed me."
"I know. I would have too." I opened up the door to James' bedroom.
Melissa laughed and lightly pushed my arm. "Holy crap." She stepped into his room and looked around.
James' room was my favorite place in his whole apartment. Probably because of how often we had sex in his bed. The shower was one of my favorite places too. I could feel my face starting to blush.
"I've never felt sheets this soft." Melissa ran her hand along the bottom of the bed. "What side do you sleep on?"
"The right side."
Melissa jumped onto the right side of the bed and laid down. "Oh my God."
I started laughing.
"I'm never getting up. You can't make me."
"But you haven't even seen the bathroom yet."
"Fine." She sighed, slowly climbed off the bed, and followed me into the bathroom. "This is like my dream bathroom." She sat down on the edge of the tub. "I need to find a professor to sleep with."
"Melissa!"
"I'm just kidding. I'm obsessed with Josh. But seriously...you're so lucky. Is that his closet?" She peered around me, back into the bedroom.
"Yeah." I was more embarrassed now. I had forgotten about all the clothes that James had bought me. Most of them still had the tags on.
Melissa wandered past me and into the closet. "Gross."
"What?" I asked and ran in after her.
"He kept his ex's clothes. You should make him get rid of these."
"Those aren't Isabella's clothes. They're mine."
Melissa pushed a few of the hangers back, studying the shirts and jackets. "Penny, these aren't your clothes. They're actually nice."
"Hey! My clothes are nice."
"Sorry, you know what I mean. They're expensive. They're classy and trendy, and really there's some of everything in here."
"Yeah, James bought them for me."
Melissa turned around. "Seriously? All of this stuff is yours? You better let me borrow this top. This is so pretty."
"Yeah, you can borrow it. Of course."
"Wait. So you let him buy you a T.V. and tons of clothes but you won't let him pay for some of your schooling? All of these clothes probably cost a fortune."
"I don't know, it's just different. I didn't ask for any of those things. He just got them for me. He wanted me to be more comfortable here."
