Claudia was right about one thing. Avery did apologize the next morning. She did it with bags under her eyes, oversized sweats on her body, messy hair, and a slight green tinge to her skin. She had a water bottle in her hand.
She was hungover.
I didn’t say anything about my encounter with Claudia. It wasn’t Avery’s fault her friend was a b***h, but when she invited me to dinner the next night with the same group of friends, I declined. She asked me to lunch the day after, and I had the same response. She wore a puzzled frown after that, but I didn’t think she was going to invite me anywhere else. I hoped it wouldn’t matter. My roommate would move in soon.
The next day was finally the official move-in day for freshmen, but even while the hallway was busy with people bringing in stuff and
