KILL THIS LOVE | JENLISA

Chapter 77

Jennie

"Shit." The girl heaved a sigh of annoyance, rolling her eyes. "I can't find my keys."

I looked over to the figure standing right by the door. Well that makes the two of us, I mentally taunted myself, with events of the previous night refusing to go away from my head.

"Did you hear me?" The other girl snapped, all while tugging at her scarlet tube top, adjusting the barely there piece of fabric to show just the right amount of skin.

"I'll be out late, so you're gonna have to stay up to let me in."

My jaw virtually dropped open, "What? No, I can't...I have an early class tomorrow." I glanced at my roommate's entire ensemble, noting how skimpy it was. "Won't you spend the night out anyway?" I didn't mean to be rude, but a part of me has had enough.

People like Nancy Mcdonie were somewhere on the opposite end of the spectrum from someone like me. Nancy's rich widowed mother had more than enough to spend on her daughter's education. What her mother called education, Nancy liked to call it the 'essential-college-experience'; that is, underage drinking and partying like the world was about to end.

Living life so leisurely and irresponsibly was not a luxury that I could afford.

Nancy scoffed, "Of course you can't, for a second there I almost forgot I was talking to a no-life Miss fucking prim and proper."

Before I could even process the entire insult, my roommate was out the door, slamming it not too gently. At least she wasn't wrong. Whatever life I formerly had, was now in complete shambles. Don't think about it. I glimpsed at the time, realizing my shift at work was going to begin soon.

Getting ready in a jiffy, I was out of my dorm, inside the campus bookstore in a matter of few minutes. My job was pretty mundane, considering hardly a few souls ever showed up to the bookstore, but the pay was fairly decent. Then there was the fact that I had come to appreciate mundane, in light of everything happening around me. I'd choose mundane over chaotic in a heartbeat.

As soon as the head clerk spotted me, he was quick to hand me a box of new bestsellers and a bunch of vinyl to be arranged in their respective places. For almost all of my time, I put my head into the task and only the task. Almost.

But, after a while I couldn't resist my instincts, can't help being distracted by the report playing on the little vintage television in the corner.