It was almost 3 a.m. when Willa awoke, jarred rudely from a pretty pleasant dream where Peeta Mellark and Gale Hawthorne were jousting without shirts set to the backdrop of Downton Abbey's Highclere Castle. Her phone was lit up, Luke's name staring up at her from the screen. A quick glance at her friends, asleep on the floor, shrouded in comfy fleece blankets and oversized down pillows, told her they weren't disturbed. She adjusted herself, wincing at the almighty creak that emitted from the couch as she moved.
What's up?
Her fingers ghosted over the keys in reply. Just in bed. She paused, considering. Then, with a decisive movement, deleted each letter one by one. A sentence like that just opened the door to something perverted like "what are you wearing? ;)" followed by a litany of coaxing texts asking her to take a picture. Sticking on the safe side, Willa typed back not much, you?
His reply came within seconds. @ a party. u should come.
Willa's lips twitched into a smile in spite of herself. The cool guy asking her to go to a party. It was so high school it would make her sick if she wasn't so inexplicably charmed. It's 3 in the morning. some of us actually don't want to be a zombie and sleep our Saturday away.
Again, Luke's reply arrived immediately. Spoilsport.
If spoilsport is drunk guy talk for acting like an adult, then sure.
She waited five minutes. Then ten. Finally, she put her phone away, unsure of whether he had taken her last text as an insult instead of the friendly banter she'd intended it as. She lay her phone on the floor below her head, silently willing it to light up again, but nothing happened, and somehow during the course of the night, she fell asleep waiting for a text that never came.
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Willa & the Extraordinary Internship
ChickLit⭐️ 2016 Watty Award Winner ⭐️ Willa Grainger is your average twenty-four-year old with one exception - she never left her university. A year after she graduated she still remains employed with Professor Paige Grimsby, acclaimed author of the po...
