Chapter Three
As I cram the last of a club sandwich into my mouth, my cell phone starts to ring. I look at the screen and roll my eyes. James knows my class schedule... why in the hell is he bothering me today?
In order to fit in enough credit hours to maintain my scholarship and still have plenty of time for work, I’d scheduled all of my classes on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Tuesdays are my heaviest days, and I’d had just enough time between Saucier and Pastry to run home for a quick lunch.
I glance at my oven clock and see that I have an hour before I have to be in class; it will take me half that to get back to campus. I look at my crumb-filled plate and wonder if saving money will always be my first instinct. Here I am living in an expensive Manhattan apartment, rushing around like a c
