His answer left Brandon gobsmacked.
"So you've moved on?" Brandon jested, "You should've done that ages ago. You know what she told Joey? She said that since you've returned her white sweater, she'll wear it whenever she damn well pleases. Can't argue with that. But she did mention she might wear it on future dates."
Elijah's knuckles turned white as he gripped his fork, "You think I care?"
Brandon said, "I was just trying to help you forget her."
"Then why bring her up?" His gaze was icy as it swept over Brandon's face, "Don't talk to me about her anymore. Not interested."
"Well, thank God! I was worried you were still hung up on her." Brandon breathed a sigh of relief, "Too bad you can't drink. Guess I'll be drinking alone then."
He sauntered over to the mini bar and grabbed a bottle of red wine.
Elijah quickly finished his meal, put down his fork and spoon, and left the dining room.
Brandon, holding his wine glass, frowned in dissatisfaction, "Hey! Keep me company for a bit! Eating alone is such a drag!"
Elijah strode towards Makayla's room. He hadn't slept the previous night and only woke up in the afternoon. After waking up, he heard from Lacey that Makayla wasn't feeling great. She skipped class and barely ate anything.
He had peeked into her room earlier. She was asleep then, so he couldn't ask her why she was upset.
Now it was dinner time and it was getting dark, she needed to stop sleeping If she kept sleeping, she would be up all night.
He pushed open Makayla's door, only to find her eyes open. Her bright eyes were fixed on something. He had no idea what she was thinking about, but he felt a pang of sorrow.
"Makayla." He sat by her bed, gazing at her distant face, he gently said, "Time to get up for dinner."
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