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.

My aloneness continued with a short walk through the Yard to the Holden Chapel where I found a bench between two large, sheltering bushes and sat on my hands to keep from wringing them together. The sound of mingling voices, the glee choir singing inside the chapel, helped to calm me a little. It was something to focus on at least, and they really were very, very g