I closed the lid of my laptop and took a deep breath.
One paper down and a thousand more to go.
I stood, about to grab my stuff for the shower, when there was a knock on the door.
I glanced at Avery, relaxing on her bed, listening to music on her iPhone. She pulled out her ear buds and raised a brow. "Need something?" She asked.
"Are you expecting someone?" I pointed my thumb over my shoulder at the door.
"No. Must be for you," she shrugged, replacing the ear buds.
With a sigh, I yanked the door open.
Trace stood there, casually, as if this was an everyday occurrence.
"Busy?" He asked.
"I just finished a paper," I rubbed at my tired eyes.
"So, you're not busy," he grinned, shoving his hands in his jeans pockets.
"I'm going to shower and go to bed. I'm tired," I leaned against the doorway.
"No, you're not," he shook his head. "You're coming with me."
I sighed, dropping my head forward. "Trace, I can't." He could be so impossible to deal with sometimes.
"I promise I won't keep you out late. I know you're busy with finals, but there's something we have to do."
"This involves my list, doesn't it?" I whispered, in case Avery was eavesdropping.
He nodded, still smiling. "There's only a short window of time for us to complete this one."
I didn't bother to ask him what it was. I knew he wouldn't tell me.
"Fine, I'll go," I gave in with a dramatic sigh. "But I'm showering first."
There was no way in hell I was going anywhere with dirty hair and in the sweatpants I was wearing.
"Deal," he grinned. "Avery's welcome to come too. Luca will be there."
"I'll tell her," I covered a yawn. Hopefully, I wouldn't fall asleep standing up.
"I'll be in the parking lot," he grinned and disappeared down the hall.
I closed the door, and Avery eyed me, pulling her ear buds out once more.
"What did Tracey-poo want? He really should stop sneaking into the dorms like that. Someone will babble to the R.A.," she rolled her eyes. "Someone always tells on me when I have guys over," she mumbled under her breath.
I bit down on my lip to hide my laughter. I was the one who tipped off the R.A. to Avery's habits. After one too many times of walking in on her and some random dude, having sex in our dorm, I decided something had to be done about it. Best friend or not. Thankfully, she and Luca seemed to be sticking to his place for their—uh—needs.
"Trace and I are going out. He said you're welcome to come along. Luca will be there," I informed her.
With a squeal, she hopped from the bed, and scurried to her closet. "Where are we going?"
"I have no clue," I muttered, grabbing my shower bag. "Trace wouldn't tell me."
Avery pouted. "How am I going to know what to wear?"
"Just wing it," I told her as I closed and locked the bathroom door.
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A smile spread across my face as I spotted the Ferris Wheel up ahead.
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