I’d been avoiding her all day. I think I lost count of how many times she actually called. I worried she knew what happened and would tell me that I was a bitch or something, Who knew what Carleton had already told them? I was afraid he had called Franklin and blamed everything on me somehow. Amelia probably hated me; it might have ruined things between her and Franklin. I didn’t really have time to deal with her. I was already running behind, but I figured it best to just get it over with instead of letting my imagination get me more worked up about it. “Hello?” I briefly closed my eyes, bracing myself for what she was going to say. “Monroe!” she screamed through the phone. “I’ve been trying to get a hold of you all day. I looked for you all over campus. Are you avoiding me? What in the hell happened between you and Carleton? He showed up at the frat house with a black eye. I know your tiny tush didn’t do that. I need details. Now.” I still couldn’t tell if she was angry with me or just wanted the juicy gossip, but I explained to her exactly what happened as quickly as I could while I walked into the club through the back entrance.
