The Third Best Thing (Fulton U, #3)

by Maya Hughes

My mind wandered to the curly-haired brunette across the street. I flipped on my side and pulled the shade open, even though the morning sun would blind me and despite the fact that it made me feel like a stalker. Jules had her shade down. Did it feel weird for her to be sleeping in a bed alone after the two nights beside me? Was she tossing and turning or sleeping soundly with one of her legs thrown over a pillow, wishing it was me just as much as I did? Get a grip, man. And this was why I never stayed over with anyone I slept with. These tender feelings shot to the surface way too quickly in general, and especially with someone like Jules. And she’d made her stance on what exactly we were abundantly clear. I was a great stand-in. Someone fun to hang with, but not anyone she was interested in for more than that. Our class together was in two days; forty-three hours until the season opener, and with the pressure in my life mounting, the disappointments stacking up one after another, I kept staring out my window at the window I’d seen a thousand times before. Now I wanted to see into and be on the other side of it. Yeah, no psycho stalkers here. Suddenly, being friends with Jules didn’t feel like enough. “Night, Jules.” The semester would start and I’d be more than busy enough to keep thoughts of Jules from invading my mind. Piece of cake. That made me think of the double fudge four layer cake with the whipped cream cheese frosting she’d made. I squeezed my eyes shut and co...