They’re both into everything. It further makes me wonder if they were ever a thing. An unease traces over my nerves, which is stupid. Rhodes can be with whomever he likes. I check my phone again for any word from Elias, but there’s nothing new. He’s probably at work. No, wait. Four hours earlier. He’s at school right now. By the time he’s out of school, we’ll probably be at the party. And then when I’m crashing, he’ll hopefully be off work so we can talk. Well … he might be. How awkward. The streets here are busier and more frenetic than Seattle. Fuller. So many rhythms and beats and thoughts and ideas clash, but I find the chaos calming. Like I don’t matter as much. My freaky face won’t be noticed as much. There’s too much to take in. “This is such a fantastic school. Seriously, aside from a few pretentious assholes, you’ll totally love it,” Lachelle gushes as we move up the sidewalk toward the school. “Ya know, if you decide to come.” Columbia. For a moment I forget I’m so far from home because we’ve stepped off a busy street and I’m on a gorgeous campus with old brick buildings and sidewalks and grass lawns with big trees.
