Chapter 4: Work in Progress
It seems like time always decides to fly when you least want it to and I find myself staring at a pile of clothing looming large on my bed, unfolded and wild. Next to that, on the floor, rested an unpacked suitcase that gaped wide and empty, waiting for me to feed it with its clothing optional nutrients. I wasn't ready to go home. Not now. I had finally found refuge here at college where I could conveniently use homework as an excuse to not talk on the phone, but living with Jarred meant that my nifty little excuse wouldn't work and I couldn't claim a month long headache to avoid him. With a growl of frustration, I threw the clothes uncaringly into the suitcase. Everyone had already headed home, so it was just me alone in the room and I took full advantage of that. I needed my space with a desperation that could have been described as verging on the obsessive.
