says with your courses it’s easy enough to condense your schedule so you can be here two days a week and take classes on campus the other three,” he says and my mouth falls open.
“Really?” is all I can say. This is beyond my expectations. I had assumed I would have to take night classes and come here during the day, if I got the offer.
“Yes, and you will also receive credit hours toward your degree for your time spent here.”
“Thank you so much. This is such an amazing opportunity, thank you, thank you again.” I can’t believe how lucky I am.
“We will discuss your pay Monday when you start.”
“Pay?” I had assumed it would be an unpaid internship.
“Yes, of course you will be paid for your time.” He smiles.
I just nod, afraid that if I open my mouth I will thank him for the thousandth time.
I PRACTICALLY RUN to the car and Hardin climbs out as I near it.
“Well?” he asks and I squeal.
“I got it! It’s paid and I will be here two days a week and in school three days—and I get college credit—and he was so nice—and your dad is wonderful for doing this for me—and you are, too, of course. I am just so excited and I . . . well . . . I guess that’s it.” I laugh and he wraps his arms around me, squeezing me tight and lifting me into the air.
“I’m so happy for you,” he says and I bury my fingers in his hair.
“Thank you,” I say and he puts me down. “Really, thank you for driving me and waiting in the car.”
He assures me that it’s no problem, and as we both climb into the car he asks, “What do you want to do for the rest of the afternoon?”
“Go back to school, of course; we can still make it to Literature.”
“Really? I bet we could find something much more fun to do.”
“No, I’ve already missed too many classes this week; I don’t want to miss any more. I’m going to Literature, and so should you.” I smile.
He rolls his eyes but nods in agreement.
We make it just in time for class and I gush to Landon about the internship. He congratulates me and gives me a tight hug. Hardin rudely makes gagging noises behind us and I kick back at his leg.
After class Hardin walks out with Landon and me as we discuss the details of the bonfire this Friday. I agree to meet Landon at his house at five for dinner and then we’ll go to the bonfire at seven. Hardin stays quiet during our discussion, and I wonder if he will accompany me. He said at one point he would go, but I’m pretty sure that was only to compete with Zed. Landon says his goodbyes as we reach the parking lot and walks off, whistling.
“Scott!” someone calls. We both turn around to see Nate and Molly walking toward us. Great, Molly. She is wearing a tank top and a red leather skirt. It’s only Tuesday and she’s already almost used up her skank quota for the week. She should save that stuff for the weekends.
“Hey,” Hardin says and takes a step away from me.
“Hey, Tessa,” Molly says in return.
I return her greeting and stand awkwardly as Hardin and Nate exchange hellos.
“You’re ready, right?” Nate asks him, and it becomes clear that Hardin told them to meet him here. I don’t know why I had assumed we would hang out again; it’s not like we can spend every day together, but he could have said something.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” Hardin tells them and looks at me. “See you around, Tessa,” he casually says and walks off with them. Molly looks back at me with a smirk on her makeup-covered face as she climbs into the passenger seat of Hardin’s car and Nate gets in back.
And I stand on the pavement and wonder what the hell just happened.
chapter fifty-eight
During my walk back to my room I realize how foolish I have been, expecting Hardin to be different than before. I should have known better. I should have known that this was too good to be true. Hardin kissing me in front of Landon, Hardin being nice and wanting “more.” Hardin telling me about his childhood. I should have known that as soon as his friends came along he would go right back to the Hardin that up until two weeks ago I despised.