Someone to Watch Over Me

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Chapter Eighteen

I go through my day making it to lunch, but my butt is dragging. I feel so drained. Once again, Liam’s words come back to haunt me.

“What makes you think you can do this?”

I don’t want him to be right. I refuse to let him be right.

“Hey, Girl. Glad to see you here,” Olivia says, coming up and giving me a slight hip check.

I smile at her and then yawn. “Sorry,” I say.

“I should hope so. I would hate to think I’m that boring.” She laughs. “Seriously though, Cat, are you doing okay?”

“What have you heard?” I ask. Her expression is so solemn. I know she must have found out about the ambulance.

“That you confronted Liam. That you passed out. That you were whisked away from the school in an ambulance. It’s kind of hard to keep such news under wraps around here.”

Okay, maybe she heard a lot more. “I’m okay. I’ve been sick. I just pushed myself too hard. They told me my blood pressure was through the roof, which is why I fainted. I’m good now, just tired.”

“And Liam?” Olivia prompts.

“What about him?”

“I really thought you knew, Cat. I wouldn’t have broken it to you so carelessly if I had thought for even a moment that you didn't have a clue.”

“It’s not your fault, Olivia. I did know it, deep down. I just didn’t want to admit it.”

“So you two…”

“We’re done.”

“Wow! Hard to imagine… You two have been inseparable since I’ve known you.”

“Things change, I guess.”

“Alex is pretty cute,” she says giving me a nudge with her elbow.

“Yeah, I’m not going there.”

“Why not, Girl? He is so into you. I don’t think he took his eyes off of you for more than like three seconds the entire fundraiser.”

“You’re delusional,” I tell her but I can’t help but wonder if it was true and if it was, why would he pretend to be interested in me? Maybe it was just concern. Maybe he feels responsible for me.

“I’m just telling you what I saw,” Olivia says waving her hands in the air in surrender, letting me know she was backing off, which I appreciate.

“Oh, by the way. The vote was unanimous; we’ve kicked Jenny out of the sorority house. I mean she is still part of the sorority, just not living in the house anymore.”

“What?” I say, truly shocked. “Why?”

“Truthfully, none of us like her. She’s a constant drama bomb just waiting to go off. Everyone normally walks on eggshells around her, but when she pulled that stunt with the fundraiser and nearly lost us $2500, we decided to let her know exactly what we thought. That's when she went off on all of us, so we kicked her out.”

“Well, I guess if the vote was unanimous there isn’t much need for me to get involved. I really can’t say I’m saddened by the news.”

“But this could mean good news for you, Cat. Now there’s an opening at the house. I’m not entirely sure where you’ve been hiding since you left Liam, but if you want to come home to the Chi Omega’s we’d love to have you there.”

I am truly touched by her offer. “I may have to take you up on it. Right now, however, I’m staying with a friend. Don’t wait on me. If another girl needs it, just give it to her.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, besides, I’m in my last year and have so much work to finish in order to graduate. With all the activities you ladies host at the house, I'll never get anything done.”

“That’s true,” Olivia concedes. “Buy you lunch?”

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“Sure, I’m sure. Do you know how rare it is that I get to steal you from William? He usually has you locked in. Where is he by the way?”

I laugh. “He’s not in school today. Not sure why. I’m planning on stopping by after classes to check on him.

We get our food and grab a table in the cafeteria. Olivia finds us a sweet spot near the windows. I always love watching the hustle and bustle on the grounds below. There is a companionable lull in the conversation until Olivia pipes up with…

“Got any plans for next week?”

“Next week?” I ask.

“Winter break?” Olivia says to me as if I’ve really lost it. I’m inclined to agree with her.

“Winter break…” I say. The panic begins to set in. Winter break means going home. Going home means facing my parents. Facing my parents means telling them I’m pregnant. OH MY GOD! Before I start hyperventilating, I take a few deep breaths.

“You’re looking a little green around the gills, Cat. You're sure you’re feeling well?”

I take a drink of my juice. “I’m fine,” I say, over enthusiastically.

My phone vibrates, making me jump. I take a look at it and find I have a message from Alex. I also missed a call from my OB, who must have called while I was in class.

“I’ll most likely head home,” I tell Olivia, putting my phone away.

“Me too. I think if I even try to do anything else the rents will disown me.”

I laugh. “Yeah, same here.”

“A warm beach somewhere sounds so much better though, doesn’t it?” Olivia asks, with a dreamy look on her face.


Edited: 27.08.2019

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