Chapter 9
Lennon
I’m standing in front of a pale sage door, shaking from head to toe. Hands, chin, calves, and thighs trembling, my entire body quivering like a dry leaf.
He wasn’t supposed to answer my call. I waited more than two weeks specifically so he wouldn’t. I waited until I saw him with someone new on campus. Someone I hadn’t seen him with before. Someone who had the eager-to-please, bromantic look of a new roommate about him.
He wasn’t supposed to answer the fucking phone. And if he did, he was supposed to tell me the room was gone.
He sure as shit wasn’t supposed to invite me to come around to see his place.
I swear to God, I don’t know what he’s thinking.
First of all, who even puts notices up like this anymore?
He must be out of his mind. The second he opens this door, I’m going to tell him he has way too much of his personal information out there, and that he needs to be a lot more careful about who he invites into his home.
I’m going to tell him all that, and then I’m going to fuck off.
I’m going to quit my stupid job, get a fuck ton of therapy, and go back to reality.