Tuesday
My anger hadn’t dissipated. If anything, having all day to think about it made me even angrier. I continued to stare at the roses on my desk. The cocky liar roses. I should have seen some kind of sign, but there hadn’t been any. Professor Hunter had been so sweet. I took a deep breath. Screw him. I got up and lifted the vase off my desk. It was tempting to throw them in the trash, but they were so pretty. Instead, I put them into my closet and closed the door.
“Okay.” Melissa held up the two bags and scrutinized the handwriting. “I think that says vegetable lo mein. This one must be yours.” She handed me one of the bags and sat down on her bed.
I opened up the bag and pulled out the chopsticks and cute little cardboard container. Chinese takeout was my comfort food. And right now I needed it more than ever.
“So, are you going to tell me why you wanted Chinese food tonight?”
“What do you mean?” I ripped the paper off the chopsticks and snapped them apart. I could barely use chopsticks, but I refused to eat Chinese food without them. It was half the fun. I could feel Melissa’s gaze on me.
“Penny, you only ever want Chinese takeout when you’re upset.”
“That’s not true.” I wished I was alone right now.
Melissa laughed. “Right. So, you’re saying that nothing is wrong?”
“Yeah, everything’s peachy.”
“Okay, so two things real quick. First, no one uses the phrase peachy unless they are in fact not peachy. Plus, your roses are gone.”
“People say peachy all the time. That’s a thing. And my roses are still here, I just moved them.”
Melissa looked around the room and then at the trash. “Where?”
“In the closet.”
Melissa laughed. “And why are your roses in the closet?”
Because I hate Professor Hunter! “Allergies.”
“Penny, you are not allergic to roses.”
“I think I might be.”
“Why?”
“I have the sniffles.”
“You’re being weird.” Melissa took a bite of her food. “So you’re really not going to tell me what’s wrong?”
“No.”
“So there is something wrong then?”
Crap! I didn’t want to answer her question. Instead, I fumbled with my chopsticks and somehow got some lo mein into my mouth. My phone buzzed but I didn’t look at it. It was probably Professor Hunter and I didn’t want to know what he had to say.
“Did you and James have a fight?”
I tilted the cardboard container so that I could shovel some of the food into my mouth.
“I mean, you hid the roses. You’re not all smiles anymore, even though you just spent all day and night with him yesterday. And you’re ignoring his texts. So what did he do?”
She was good. “He didn’t do anything. It’s more what he didn’t do.” He forgot to tell me he was married. He left off the fact that he was a cheating pig.
Melissa ate quietly for a moment. She was definitely scrutinizing me. “And is that making you feel better?”
I had tilted the container again. I knew I was being barbaric, but my patience with the chopsticks had waned a while ago. “Yes,” I said with my mouth still full.
Melissa laughed. “You know, if he doesn’t even realize that you’re fighting, he won’t be able to fix whatever it was that he didn’t do.”
“I know.”
“So maybe you should talk to him?”
“Whose side are you on anyway?”
“Yours, of course. But I also know how stubborn you can be. And maybe you shouldn’t let go of a good thing just because it suddenly got tough.”
It wasn’t just hard. It was horrible, immoral, disgusting. I just wanted the conversation to end, so I nodded my head. “Maybe you’re right.”
Melissa smiled. She loved being right.
“How’s Josh?”
“He’s good.” She bit her lip. I could tell she was holding something back.
“What?” I asked.
“He invited me to the Sigma Pi formal.” She couldn’t hold back her smile.
“That’s awesome.”
“Mhm. Penny, I really like him.”
“I know. And I’m really happy for you guys.” I was able to say it sincerely despite my dreadful mood.
Wednesday
Professor Hunter lifted his shirt over his head and stared down at me. His tanned abs made desire explode through my body, all the tension between us gone. He leaned over me, his strong arms on either side of me. I wanted him. Why wasn’t he kissing me? I ran my hand through his hair.
“Penny.” He rubbed my cheek with the side of his hand. “I’m not yours to touch,” he said seductively. “I told you it had to be a one-time thing.”
***
I woke up panting. Professor Hunter could even arouse me in my dreams. My heart was racing. He had warned me. Kind of. He had wanted it to be a one-time thing. He had told me he thought if he gave in to temptation he could forget about me. He didn’t just want to forget about me, he needed to. I pictured the suitcase in his office. He was probably traveling back and forth to visit his wife. Shit. And he had told me he didn’t want me to know what kind of man he was. There were so many signs. And I had thrown myself at him without thinking twice about any of them. I had acted like a slut. I pulled my phone off my desk and opened up the message I had ignored last night.
“Penny, I had a wonderful day with you. And a wonderful night. If there’s something that I’ve done to upset you, I’ll fix it. Just tell me what it is.”
I typed out, “I’ll talk to you after class,” and pressed send. Melissa was right, we needed to talk. Mostly I needed to apologize for tempting him to cheat on his wife. He shouldn’t have done it, but I was to blame too. I needed to tell him it was over before it got any worse. I rolled out of bed and began getting ready.
As I pulled the textbooks out of my bag, my fingers brushed against soft petals. Tyler. I picked up the flattened rose from the bottom of my backpack. Maybe Professor Hunter was right. There wasn’t such a thing as a friendship rose. I opened up my closet and looked at the beautiful roses that Professor Hunter had sent me. The one in my hand was wilted and sad looking in comparison. I closed the door, poured some water in a cup, and put Tyler’s rose in it on my desk. Despite its appearance, that rose was without a question the sweetest. Once I ended things with Professor Hunter, maybe I could finally give Tyler a fair chance.