After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)
“Long time, no see, Hardin. Miss me?” She grins and licks her full lips, remembering our nights together, I’m sure.
“Yeah, now give me a drink,” I respond.
When I wake up, Hardin isn’t in the bed. I assume he went for a coffee run or he’s in the shower, so I check the time on my phone and force myself out of bed. Despite not having gone out last night, I’m feeling pretty tired, so I don’t really make an effort with my appearance, just pulling on a WCU T-shirt and jeans. I’m tempted to wear yoga pants so I can tease Hardin when I see him, but I can’t find them anywhere. Knowing him, he probably hid them or put them somewhere so no other guys can see me in them.
I look in my top drawer again, and when I close it, a piece of paper falls from the dresser.
Went out with my dad for breakfast, it says in Hardin’s handwriting. I’m equally confused and happy about this. I really hope Hardin and Ken can continue to build their relationship.
Figuring that they’re probably done, I try calling Hardin, but he doesn’t answer. I shoot him a text message and head out to meet Landon at the coffee shop.
When I get there, Landon is sitting at a table, and gestures to the two drinks in front of him. “I already got yours,” he says with a smile and lifts the paper cup to me.
“That was nice, thanks.” The sweet yet bitter taste of the coffee wakes me up the rest of the way, but then I start getting anxious that I haven’t heard back from Hardin.
“Look at us, looking like regular college students,” Landon jokes, pointing at my shirt and then at his, which is identical to mine. I laugh and take another drink of the blessed coffee.
“Hey, where’s Hardin today?” Landon grins. “He didn’t walk you to class this morning.”
I shrug. “I don’t know. He left me a note that he left early to have breakfast with his dad.”
Landon stops mid-drink and gives me a quizzical look. “Really?” Then after a moment, he nods and says, “Stranger things have happened, I guess.”
His response only makes my mind fill with doubt. Hardin did go to breakfast with his father. Didn’t he?
As Landon and I walk to class, and Hardin still hasn’t responded to my previous or recent texts, an ache in my chest grows.
When we take our seats, Landon looks at me and asks, “Are you okay?” and I’m about to respond when I look up to see Professor Soto entering the room.
“Morning, everyone! Sorry I’m late, I had a late night last night.” He smiles and shakes a leather jacket from his shoulders before throwing it across the back of his chair. “I hope everyone took the time to either purchase or steal a journal?”
Landon and I look at each other and pull out our journals. When I glance around, I see we’re two of the only people to do so, and once again I’m amazed at just how unprepared college students are.