CHAPTER 9
KENNEDY HAD JUST FINISHED brushing her teeth when Willow barged into their room. “You decent?” she called out. “I brought a friend with me.” She led in a tall student Kennedy recognized from Willow’s theater troupe.
She tried not to groan. It was almost midnight. What was Willow thinking?
“I’m really tired.” Kennedy reached over to turn her desk lamp off. “Could you two go somewhere else to hang out?”
Willow tossed her bag onto her desk. “Oh, we’re not here for that.” She put her hand on his shoulder. “I couldn’t get Othello to go to bed with me even if I wanted to.”
Kennedy was left wondering what was so humorous. “Your name’s really Othello?” she asked, but the two of them were too busy chuckling to answer.
“So anyway ...” Willow plopped down in her purple bean bag chair,
