Page 64 of The Way I Hate Him
“No, but it has a mini fridge, and that’s a nice touch.” I walk over to the dresser, where I have half of the cookies I made with Hayes. Yup . . . half. “And look, I made you cookies. Yum. Yum.”
She sets her bag down on the top of the stairs and folds her arms across her chest. “Now, Hattie, you know I’m not a diva and I’ve slept on your dorm floor before, but I am a lady now. Do you truly expect me, as a lady, to sleep in this closet with you?” She glances over at the bed and points. “Are we supposed to share that? I don’t think I could even squeeze in on the end because the slanted ceiling eats up half of the bed.”
Huh . . . I didn’t think about that.
“Yeah, it is sort of tight, isn’t it?” I ask.
“It is,” she answers.
Dammit.
“We can make it work,” she says with an unsteady look. I know she’s being kind, and Maggie isn’t the kind of person who would care about something like where she sleeps, but if I look at it, with the ceiling, it would be as if we’re sharing a twin bed.
“Um, I might have something different. Give me a second,” I say as I pull out my phone.
“This is fine, really,” Maggie says, standing at the top of the stairs.
“Says the girl who won’t even enter the room.”
She chuckles and says, “I’m getting acclimated.”
Shaking my head, I turn around and text Hayes.
Hattie:So . . . remember when you were nice to me and said I could bring Maggie to your house? Is that offer still available, or did it expire?
Thankfully, he texts back right away.
Hayes:Still available.
Hattie:Cool . . . so could I bring her over now?
Hayes:If you bring lunch.
Hattie:Deal. What do you want?
Hayes:And the other half of the cookies.
Hattie:Hayes! Those are for Maggie.
Hayes:Cookies or no bed.
Hattie:Fine! Now what do you want for lunch?
Hayes:Blue cheeseburger from Provisions with a side salad.
Hattie:A side salad? When they have the best fries ever?
Hayes:It’s either fries or cookies, and I choose cookies.
Hattie:You’re massively annoying.
Hayes:You realize you’re saying that to the person offering their house to your friend.
Hattie:Why do I feel like you’re going to hold this over my head?
Hayes:Because I wouldn’t be the “anus” you think I am if I didn’t.
Hattie:Facts.
