Chapter 9
"Mia?" Russ knocks on my door a couple of times, but I don't answer. "Come on, peanut. Let me in."
"Just go away, Russ. I don't feel like talking."
"We don't have to talk. Actually, I have something else in mind entirely." He taps on the door. "Hear that? That's the sound of a full jar of Nutella. Bought it just for you."
Damn, this boy knows me too well. I open the door and all but snatch the jar of Nutella from his hands. We sit down on my bed cross legged and indulge in the chocolatey goodness like a couple of ten year olds.
"I'm surprised you're not getting wasted at some sorority house tonight."
Russ chuckles. "I had a study date with Amelia. We have a big chemistry test on Monday."
"Wait. You gave up a Friday night of boozing to study? That doesn't sound like you
