Don't Let Me Fall(41)

“My eyes are up here,” Logan smirked.

My eyes slide their way back up. “I’m going to get some breakfast,” I said letting my hair down and combing my fingers through it. “And no you don’t have to come. Take a shower

and smell yummy.” I leaned over him and pecked his lips as I grabbed my phone.

I walked over to the bathroom, slid the chair out and tapped on the door. “Don’t walk in or else you’re going to see a naked Logan,” I said.

“Want to see a naked Darren?” Darren asked seductively.

Logan sat up, smiling and said, “Repeat that because I didn’t hear it.”

Darren opened the door and stuck a hand out. When he turned it toward Logan, he stuck up the middle finger.

“Bye, Rebeckah,” Darren sighed.

“Bye, Darren.”

I walked out of the room and stopped at Aimee’s. Yup, Darren texted asking if I was over. How did I know? I texted Aimee and asked if she’s hungry. Her door swung open and she

stood there with a smile on her lips.

“They have pancakes, sausages, waffles and French toast,” she said. “I’m gaining fifty pounds today and–hey…” Her eyes locked on my hair. “Why is it down?”

“Because I’m lazy,” I yawned.

“Sex with Logan that good?”

Oh, god. I really wished she didn’t ask that because the answer is yes. All my life I wanted a guy that will take me over the edge and make me feel something. I wanted to get

f*cked until I can’t walk straight. Being lazy and walking like a snail is some of the side effects.

And right now I am high on Logan Mercer.

“Come on. Food’s waiting,” I said.

We headed downstairs, grabbed enough food to feed a small army and then picked an empty table to sit at. While Aimee was drowning her waffles in syrup, my eyes wandered around the

dining hall and landed on bright red hair across the room from us. Valerie is here. And she doesn’t look nice at the moment. When doesn’t she? Ever since Victor dumped her, she

has been extra bitchy.

I tore my eyes off her and went back to eating.

“Hey…um…” Aimee stabbed her sausage and twirled it in syrup as she tried to find some courage to talk. “You talked to Victor a few days ago…” I knew she saw us. We passed

each other on campus as I was heading to the Curry center and since he wasn’t hiding from me anymore, he stopped and talked…about Aimee. He wanted to know if she’s over him. I

said I don’t know but she’s with Caleb. He just nodded and said he had to go.

“Aimee, he cheated on you,” I said softly. “Victor might have been a good guy but when people cheat, things never get back to the way they were. If you two can move past things

and become friends then go for it but if you two date, you’ll always be reminded of what he did. You won’t trust him and you’ll just end up hating each other after.”

Aimee looked up and held my eyes for a while.

“You’re right,” she said nodding slowly. “Thanks. That helped.” She chewed on her sausage and smiled. “And besides, I’m with Caleb and he’s amazing.”

“Sex with Caleb that good?” I asked stealing her words.

She laughed and nodded. “Oh, yeah,” she said. “I’m surprised we don’t get noise complaints.” I totally agree. But there are some people who really don’t give a shit and they

moan for the whole building to hear. At least they’re having a good time. Can’t blame them. When it’s good you have to let it out.

We finished eating when more people who look like they need more sleep (I would know) walked in. Aimee and I grabbed our plates and headed back upstairs to her room.

Ever since the first time I came up here, she has kept it as clean as a girl’s room can be. There are some clothes on the floor and a bra hanging off the bed post but aside from

that, it’s clean.

I climbed on her bed as Aimee started getting her hair the way she wanted it. That’s when a small knock came from the bathroom door. The roommate. And she knocks.

“Oh, you get to meet Aly. She usually spends every night at her boyfriend’s but they split recently so she came back,” Aimee said walking over to the bathroom.

Aly.

Seriously?

Is this the world playing a joke on me?

Her name better not be Alice or I’m going to die. Literally. I might pass out and never wake up again.

Aimee opened the bathroom door and a tall caramel skinned girl with messy brown hair wearing pjs walked in. Her green eyes met mine and she smiled. And it was a genuine smile.

“You must be Rebeckah,” she said. “Alyssa.”

Oh, thank god.

“Hi,” I waved.

“So, what are you two doing?” she asked.

“Oh, we just ate like little pigs and now we’re going to sulk in our misery as we think about the calories,” Aimee said smiling. “Did you just get up?”

“Yeah,” Alyssa yawned. She glanced at me and then climbed on the bed too. “Me and my boyfriend broke up so I’ve been kind of avoiding people.”

“Does he go here?” I asked.

“God, no. Thank the lord,” Alyssa said rolling her eyes. “But he has a younger brother who is a freshman here so he’s still keeping tabs on me.” I furrowed my brows. “I broke