no idea what.
Oh, but there’s someone who might know.
I quickly gather my belongings and then practically jog up the stairs to my office where I open my laptop and pull up Reagan’s page. There are only a few likes so far, so I easily find the profile for Josie, Reagan’s friend, and send her a message.
“Hi, Josie. We met the other day when I nearly died of a food allergy. I’m not sure how much you may know about what’s going on with Reagan and me this week, but I need your help. She’s obviously upset about something, so do you know what it is or what I can do to get back into her good graces?”
I stare at the message, tweaking it here and there for over an hour, second guessing myself on whether it’s stupid since filling Josie in if she doesn’t know about us could end with her reporting me. But my desperation for Reagan wins out, and I hit send.
A few hours later I get my response.
“Good to hear from you, Professor. There’s more on the line than you know, so if you truly care about Reagan, like I think you do if you were crazy enough to contact her friend on Facebook, the solution is simple, and you’re the only man for the job. *wink wink* But I’m begging you to do it ASAP, like before Sunday at noon. No, seriously. This can’t wait until after graduation, so put on your big boy panties, forget ethical dilemmas, since this is so much more important, and go get your girl right now! You’re welcome, and I expect to be maid of honor.”
Sighing, I sit back in my office chair and consider her advice. If I simply make this a choice between my job and Reagan, well, even though I haven’t really gotten a chance to get to know her, I think the answer is still the same. Reagan. And since I trust her, it’s not like my career would be in jeopardy. So what exactly am I waiting for?
If I'm honest with myself, I know it’s probably because I’m scared. Terrified actually of falling in love with her, only to have it dissolve into the nothing I had with Trish.
But did I ever really love Trish?
Not that I remember. She was just always…there, and I guess there was some comfort in that.
Now here we are, soon to be divorced, and the woman of my dreams is so close to being mine. I just need to prove it to her; to show Reagan that she’s who I want and fuck the consequences.
Decision made, now I just need to figure out a way to apologize. I can’t very well show up empty handed asking her to forgive me and give me all of her, body, heart, and soul. Looking at her page gives me the perfect idea, though. In fact, just to be sure she doesn’t already have such a thing, I send her friend one last message. As soon as she responds giving me the green light, I’m out of my seat, heading to my car. I’ve got two hours before my next class, and after that, I’m gonna finally get my girl.
Chapter Eight
Reagan
Since my face is soaking wet with tears, I decide to run a bath with the idea of hiding the flow in a tub.
The usual warm water and bubbles don’t relax me or make me feel even a smidge better. Everything feels like it’s gone all to hell in a handbasket. I don’t even have the heart to call Josie and break the bad news. She’s gonna be so disappointed in me. Well, I’m disappointed in myself. How stupid could I be to think something as complicated as true love could be found by drinking a silly potion?
Besides, love isn’t all that great anyway. I mean, look at my parents. My dad died way too young, leaving my mom behind. She’s constantly depressed and so lonely that I nearly cry every time I see her when I go home to visit. That is true love, caring about someone so much that when you unexpectedly lose them, the rest of your life becomes miserable. Lonely has to be better than miserable, right?
The sound of a rapid knock pulls me temporarily out of my gloom as I try to figure out if it was coming from my neighbor’s door or mine. Hearing it again, I start to think it must be mine. Josie? Oh no, has