Seasons Change

3.

Chapter 3.

I feared that my gut was in fact not wrong. My roommate truly did not like me, and now, she had a reason to.

Last night, Avery Palmer had outright admitted to my face that she did not like me. It was not in my head anymore.

What had happened last night to trigger this event was an honest, and truly horrific mistake. I would never have intentionally walked in on anyone having sex. It was the worst possible thing I could have walked into. But, in my defense, if Kiara hadn't blown me off yesterday afternoon, I would have known not to go in when I did. I would have done anything to erase what I saw from my memory.

"Where is this Avery girl now?" A very sympathetic Kelsey asked through my phone screen. I was in major need of a facetime therapy session my best friend. Dylan, being the most unserious male, was not going to cut it.

My eyes flickered over to Avery's side of the room. Her bed was still messy from when she and the guy stormed out of the dorms last night. "I'm guessing avoiding the room since she knows I'm here."

Kelsey frowned. "I'm sorry Lil. It sucks that you are off to such a rocky start with your roommate. Maybe you can get a transfer?"

The thought had crossed my mind, I'll admit it. But I feared that it was way too soon into the school year. Classes didn't even start for a few more days.

"You know," Kelsey smirked. "Maybe she will be like Madison. You guys didn't get along at all in high school when you first met, but you ended up being great friends after a few months."

I shook my head violently. "Not likely. And besides, at least Madison had a reason to hate me when she first met me."

When I first met Madison, I had already been crushing hard on her boyfriend. Hell, I was trying to steal her boyfriend. Madison had more than enough reason to want me dead.

"Well, sounds like she has a reason now," Kelsey teased. Her smile fell from her face in an instant when she saw the deadpan look on my face. Too soon.

A knock at the door interrupted our conversation. I raised an eyebrow, eying the door skeptically. "Hold on a second," I mumbled into the phone before I slid off my bed.

I walked to the door, swung it open expecting it to be Dylan. Only it wasn't. It was another tall, lean man who stood in front of me instead.

"Hi," He offered a sly smile, a pair of dark eyes met mine. "Is Avery here?"

My eyes glanced over him. He was definitely tall like Dylan, but he lacked the muscle so I guessed he was not a football player. He had dirty blonde hair that was messily falling just above his eyes, and he was dressed in black t-shirt with dark wash denim. I couldn't place where I had seen him, be he seemed vaguely familiar.

I shook my head. "No. She's not. Is there anything I can help you with?"

The stranger shook his head, shoved his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

When the man failed to leave after a few seconds, I raised my eyebrows. "Are you sure?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. If he knew that Keira wasn't here, then why wasn't he leaving?

Several long, awkward seconds of silence passed before the man finally let out a long sigh. "I haven't seen her since she left my place last night, so I was just wanting to check in on her."

I swallowed a large lump that had instantly formed in my throat. Holy crap. He was the guy from last night.

"Hey Kelsey," I called out of my shoulder to my friend who was still on the phone. "I'm going to have to call you back."