I wasn’t sure about my game plan for the dorms.
Shay dropped me off, and I decided the best course of action was no course. I hid. Or, to be more accurate, I avoided. Everyone.
It was around eleven in the morning when I walked into my dorm room. Missy was gone, but I was d**k Crusher now. I had little doubt I could sit in there, get comfortable, and expect her not to know about my new nickname. I bolted. To be more exact, I showered, changed, grabbed every textbook I could think of for studying, packed my laptop, and headed for the library. My only stop was the coffee cart, and I’d been on the third floor, in the farthest study room in the corner, all day.
Or I was, until Shay texted and I got a bunch of emails from everyone in our political science group. They were meeting in the large
