“Bullshit. You’re staying,” I blurt out in a harsh voice. Instantly, she puts her hands on her hips. “Look, I didn’t mean that like it sounded. When is your first class?” “Eleven.” “Cool. Clay and I will give you a ride to your dorm tomorrow morning. Before your classes start.” “And where am I supposed to sleep?” She narrows her eyes, becoming defensive. “In my room. I’ll take the couch. It’s not a big deal.” “Clay is here.” “So what? Don’t worry. We will fit. Rodgers won’t be happy if I let you go home on your own. He’ll understand why I’m crashing with him on the couch.”
