Chapter 363: An Old Friend's Demands

I lasted the entire day without actually contacting Quaid, a fact of which I was very proud. No needy, grasping me. Nope, nope.

It was hard to maintain that stance when I finally reached for him only for Quaid to gently tell me he couldn't talk and cut me off.

Jerkaroni.

Didn't help I felt her in his background. The honey-blonde. Whatever her stupid name was.

Didn't help at all.

I peeled away from the gang and went my own way, sitting in a quiet corner of the cafeteria alone with Charlotte to eat my dinner, calling up as much anger as I could to keep from going in search of Quaid and demanding he love me.

Jerkasaurus.