“You have a disappointing love life?” I said, in disbelief. “Please.”
“It’s true,” she insisted. “These college boys are so immature, irritating, and completely i
nept. I should have done what you did and got myself a hot professor of my own.
“There’s still time,” I reminded her. “We have one semester left.”
“I know, but I’ve checked out all my professors, and none of them are worth my attention. There is one hot lecturer I’ve got, but unfortunately, she’s a woman and even more unfortunate is the fact that I don’t swing that way. But I’ll tell you something; I’m desperate enough to give it a shot.”
I rolled my eyes. “If a real man is what you’re looking for, you’ll find one soon enough once we’ve graduated. I hear that the real world is full of them.”
“One can only hope,” she said wistfully.
I laughed at Missy’s longing tone, but secretly, I was thrilled to be envied. I was just about to ask Missy about the last guy she had dated when she spoke.
“Actually… there’s a reason I called.”
“Oh?” I asked curiously.
“It’s Jason.”
“Jason?” I said, in surprise. “What about him?”
“He came over last night looking for you.”
“Seriously?” I said, shocked that he still hadn’t gotten the message. “I really thought he would have given up by now.”
“Me, too, but he still seems as determined as ever. It was around eleven at night when he dropped by, and you were at Chance’s place,” Missy replied. “He asked to speak to you, and when I told him you weren’t in, he asked where you were.”
“Geez, the guy can’t take a hint,” I said, shaking my head. “What did you tell him?”
“I told him you were visiting your parents for the weekend,” she replied. “But for some reason, he acted as though I was lying.”
“You were lying,” I reminded her.
“Sure, but he didn’t know that.”
“Maybe you weren’t convincing,” I suggested.
“Um…yeah, sure,” she said sarcastically. “That’s the reason.”
“You’re right,” I nodded, half amused by her reaction. “You’re a fantastic liar.”
“Thank you,” she replied. “But even my best work didn’t seem to work on Jason. He gave me a little attitude, as well.”
“Did he swear at you?” I demanded, immediately worried.
“Nah,” she said. “And if he had, I would have kicked his little ass to the curb, but his reaction did bother me a little.”
“I’m sure,” I nodded. “It’s confronting when people are rude to you.”
“Not because he was rude to me,” she said in exasperation. “I don’t give a shit that he was rude to me. What worried me was how diligently he persisted with the questioning.”
“He questioned you?”
“It was like he was trying to catch me in the lie,” Missy said. “But apart from that, there’s something about this guy that’s just…wrong.”
“Wrong?”