Page 21 of Like a Power Play
I climb the steps up to the door, waiting patiently for my turn as the rush of students flows out. Whipping out my phone to killtime, I click on the notification I got from Cleo during class to finally read it.
ROOMIE
english is a no-go
ME
What? Why?
ROOMIE
i didn’t go
ME
What do you mean you didn’t go?
ROOMIE
i mean i walked up to the grizzly grind and made eye contact with will through the window and booked it
ME
Dude.
Why?
ROOMIE
idek
i panicked
i’m doordashing taco bell. you want anything?
ME
Are you really deflecting with Taco Bell right now?
ROOMIE
are you really going to keep your whole minnesota career a secret?
ME
Two soft tacos, extra beef.
“I’ve got it for ya’.”
My head snaps up at the peppy voice, and standing in front of me, with her hand propping open the door, is a girl. Dark blunt bangs, brown eyes, and a sweet smile tugging at her chiseled cheeks.
She looks familiar, but I can’t quite pin it.
“Thanks,” I manage, slipping my phone into my pocket. She pushes the door open further, warm fall sunlight flooding us as we step out into the hall.
“Palit is something else, huh?” she asks, a humored smile twisting on her lips. I nod, stepping to her side so I’m not blocking the doorway.
“He’s…” I trail off, flipping through my brain to find the right words. “Honest about who he is.”
