Chapter 10
Cassie
The next day…
Quinn: My legs are killing me. I can’t touch my toes. And my arms are sore. Next time I offer my services, please remind me how unfit I am.
Me: Who is this?
Quinn: You got jokes, Alabama. What are you up to today?
Me: At the library studying for an exam. Wish me luck?
Quinn: Good luck.
Me: Thanks. I’m going to need it.
Quinn: Get back to the books. Can I call you later tonight ?
Cassie: Sure.
Later that evening…
Quinn: TGIF. Bring on the weekend.
Quinn: I just ordered an extra-large pepperoni pizza with mushrooms. Extra mozzarella. It should be here in ten minutes. Interested?
Quinn: Hey, you there?
Quinn: Don’t leave me hanging, Alabama.
Quinn: Cassie?
Me: It sounds amazing, but I ended up with a night off. Leon screwed up the schedule and they don’t need me. I just met a classmate at Weinstein Hall. The band is pretty decent.
Quinn: A frat house?
Me: Pathetic, right? Don’t really want to be here. I’m too old for frat parties. But she’s just gone through a messy breakup.
Quinn: So?
Me: She needs me for moral support. Plus the guy she broke up with is here, hence, we’re stalking him. Currently hiding behind a hanging plant near the kitchen. He’s on keg duty. There’s a brunette sniffing around. Shit’s about to go down.
Quinn: Go home.
Quinn: Or better still, come over.
Me: Sorry. I can’t leave my friend here by herself. She can’t be held accountable for her actions if the brunette makes a move.
Quinn: That sounds like a HER problem, not a YOU problem.
Me: Sorry. Rain check?
Quinn: Speaking of rain, the weather sucks tonight. The roads will be bad. How are you getting home?
Me: Uber.
Quinn: No. Don’t get an Uber.
Me: Why not?
Quinn: Didn’t you read about the Uber driver who turned out to be a serial killer? Like a deadset serial killer. That was some scary shit. I’ll pick you up.
Me: What? No.
Quinn: Why not?
Me: Because apparently the roads are bad, and there’s a serial killer on the loose.
Quinn: Fuck. Cassie.
Me: Enjoy your pizza, Quinn.