“Really? You seemed so comfortable the other night.”
“Because you were there.”
“Well, who says I can’t be there for your interviews? We both know I don’t have much else to be doing.” Maybe this would provide a nice distraction from the monotony of studying all the time.
“Sure you do. You’re dating a musician. That should keep you busy.”
“Maybe when he’s in town.”
“Embrace that you don’t have a boyfriend breathing over your shoulder all the time. I’m tired of being single, but there are some nice things about it.”
“You’re right. I’ll do it.” I couldn’t believe I’d just agreed to do something else crazy. What was going on with me?
“Okay, I’ll see you later.” Jade hurried off.
My cell vibrated in my pocket, and I didn’t have to look to know who it was. Chase always seemed to send me random texts in the middle of the afternoon. I guess that was his down time.
Hi. How are you enjoying this beautiful Friday? Or maybe it’s not beautiful there. I haven’t checked your weather yet.
Uh. If that sounded creepy, sorry. I just sometimes check it. Multiple times a day.
I texted back. You always sound creepy.
And you love that, don’t you?
I love that you’re weird sexy.
Did I tell you I wrote a song with that title?
What?
Len says it’s good. I’ll have to play it for you tonight.
Are we chatting tonight then?
Depends on whether you mind me waking you up.
I glanced over my shoulder to make sure no one was looking before replying. I wish you could wake me up in a different way.
You and me both.
We’re getting closer.
Better get some sleep, because you’re not getting any when I’m with you.
The same goes for you.
“Cara?” a male voice called from behind me.
My heart nearly jumped out of my chest at the sound of my name. I tried to stuff my phone into my back pocket—only I didn’t have one so it fell. I cringed, waiting for the inevitable sound of it making contact with the concrete. Before I could check the damage, someone else scooped it up.
“Didn’t mean to spook you.” Professor Grayson glanced at the screen before handing back my miraculously intact phone. The screen was illuminated, meaning my messages were completely visible.
I could feel the blood rushing to my face. “Hi, Professor Grayson.”
“Are you busy right now?”
“Uh, not exactly.”
“Great, let’s walk.”
What the hell? Was I about to be lectured about inappropriate text messages or something?
“I wanted to talk to you after class today, but you took off before I could ask.”
“Is everything okay? I thought my participation was pretty normal.”
He smiled. “It is. I just noticed your name was on the waiting list for my creative writing class this semester and someone dropped.”
“I didn’t know I was first on the list.”
“You were—at least now you are. Sometimes people drop wait lists.”
“I only have fifteen credits scheduled. I can fit it in. It’s a night session, right? Six o’clock on Tuesdays?”
“Yes. We’re focusing on the personal essay this semester. It’s more of a non-fiction emphasis. Does that interest you?”
“It does.” I’d been writing more personal essay type stuff lately, but it was definitely not something I had much experience with. “I’d like the spot.”
“Great. I’ll get you enrolled then. I’m looking forward to having you in two classes this semester.” Grayson nodded and continued walking ahead.
I was so excited about finally getting into a creative writing class that it took a minute to dawn on me: A professor I was going to have two classes with may have just read my naughty texts.
I glanced down at my phone. I had three more texts.
I’m holding you to that.
Cara you there?
Are you really going to stop on that note?
After the letting a professor see my texts detail set in, I replied. OMG seriously embarrassing moment, but on a positive note I got a class I wanted.
I’ll pretend I understand that. Talk to you tonight :)
Bye for now. I slipped my phone into my tote bag and continued my walk back to the house.