Knowing You (The Jade Series #2) (15 page)

He smiles. “Yeah, I know.”
 

We’re both quiet for a moment. Then Garret nudges my arm to get my attention again. “Actually the mom thing was just part of it. Ever since I met you you’ve been doing things to make me fall in love with you. Did you plan that or something?”

“I didn’t do anything,” I insist.

“Yeah. Whatever.” He pretends to be annoyed.

“What exactly did I do?”

“Let’s see. The way you got so excited about those cheap-ass lights I put on your ceiling. And that concession stand I made for you. You couldn’t stop thanking me for that. It was just some candy and potato chips. And then the pancakes at Al’s. And the snow.”

“I just like those things. They make me happy.”

“Which makes me love you even more. The fact that the tiniest things make you happy is amazing to me. Most people need expensive cars or designer clothes to be happy. You just need pancakes. And snow.”

I scoot closer to him so our bodies are touching. “Okay. Forget the love thing. When were you first attracted to me?”

He laughs. “The first night you got here.”

I look up at him. “No way! I was all gross from being in the car all day.”

“Uh, no. You looked fucking hot, Jade. You had on those cut-off shorts showing off your tan, sexy legs. And then that skimpy white tank top that showed off your breasts, which are surprisingly large for someone your size. And your hair was in that messy but cute ponytail.” He kisses me. “I’m getting turned on just thinking about it.”

“You’re kidding, right? Because I was so embarrassed when you showed up next to Ryan’s car. And then when he made you help us, I could’ve killed him. I totally yelled at him for it. I told him I made a horrible impression because I looked so disgusting.”

“Well, you were wrong. You made a great impression. I couldn’t get that image of you out of my head. That’s why I was knocking on your door an hour later.”

I lie there, thinking back to the night I arrived at Moorhurst. All I wanted to do was run back home. Back to Frank and Ryan and everything that was familiar. It’s hard to believe how much has changed since then.

“Are we going for pancakes?” I ask, sitting up.

“See? Look how excited you get about pancakes.”

“Oh. I didn’t mean to.”

“No. I like it. I just told you I did.”

“It’s not so much about the pancakes, although I do love them. It’s more about us having a tradition that makes me so excited. It’s like every Sunday is a celebration. Almost like our own little holiday.”

Garret sits up, leaning against the headboard. “You didn’t celebrate stuff growing up, did you?”

“Let’s get dressed and go eat. I’m starving.” I push the covers off and attempt to climb over him to get out of bed.

He stops me, forcing me to sit next to him. “Answer me, Jade. Did you celebrate anything? Ever?”

“Sure. When I moved in with Frank.”

“But before that. When you were little.”

“I don’t remember.” I attempt to get up again but he keeps hold of me. I sigh. “We already talked about this. And no. My mom didn’t celebrate stuff, okay? But I’m over it now.”

“So you never celebrated Christmas? Like ever?” I hear the pity in his voice.

“Stop it, Garret. Don’t feel sorry for me over this. If you want to feel sorry for me over having a drunk for a mom or being poor, then fine. But don’t feel sorry for me over missing some stupid holidays. Or birthdays. I don’t care about that stuff.”

He knows it’s a lie. He saw how excited I got when he had that Halloween party in his room. I know it’s a lie, too, and yet I pretend that missing all those celebrations didn’t bother me. I’m so messed up.

“You should know that I kind of get into holidays, especially Christmas. The food, the decorations, the music. I really get into it.”

“Well, good thing I won’t be around to witness that.”

“And there’s the old Jade again,” he says, finally letting me out of bed. “So how long do you need to get ready?”

“Let’s say 15 minutes today. I’m a little tired after you kept me up all night.” I take his t-shirt off and toss it to him.

“Yeah, it was all
my
fault,” he says as he looks at me standing there in my black lace push up bra and matching string bikinis. “That little ensemble didn’t have anything to do with it.”

I laugh. “It’s just underwear.”

“That is
not
underwear. That’s lingerie.”

“Whatever. But it’s not what kept us up all night.”

“Maybe not, but it definitely started things.”

 
I put on my dress. Garret comes over and zips it up, then gives me a kiss. “I’ll meet you downstairs.” He grabs a towel and heads down to the showers.
 

I hurry back to my room, hoping I don’t run into anyone. Given what I’m wearing, it’s obvious I spent the night somewhere. Everyone on my floor assumes I’m dating Garret, so it’s not like they’d judge me over it, but still.
 

When I put my key in the door, it jams. I wiggle it side to side. Still jammed. I keep moving it different ways but it won’t budge. I’ve never had a problem with this key and now it decides not to work?
 

Jasmine, my RA, has a spare key, but I’m too embarrassed to show up at her door in an evening gown and heels on a Sunday morning. I go back upstairs to Garret’s room.
 

I knock on his door, but he doesn’t answer. He must still be in the shower. I open the door and go inside. Garret never locks his door when he goes down to the bathroom. It’s completely crazy to me, especially given all the expensive electronic equipment he has in here. I take a seat on his bed and wait for him to return.
 

He comes in a few minutes later. “What’s this? You missed me so much you came right back?” There’s that cocky smile. And today it’s accompanied only by a towel wrapped around his waist.
 

I try to stay focused. “I can’t get the door to my room open. Can you try?”

“Sure. Did something happen to your key?”

“I don’t think so.”

“Hold on. Just let me get dressed.” He goes to his closet and lets the towel drop to the floor.
 

“Garret! You didn’t even warn me this time.”

“Seriously, Jade? After what we did last night you can’t look at my naked ass?”

“No. Not in the daylight.” It’s such a lie. I love looking at his naked ass. And his naked everything else.

“Well, too bad. Because it’s yours now, so just enjoy the view.”
 

I don’t say anything, but simply do as he says and enjoy the view.

Once he’s dressed, we head back downstairs. He has trouble with the key, too. “Are you sure this is your key? Maybe you picked up someone else’s.”

“I used that key to lock the door last night and then we left for the fundraiser, so it was with me the whole time.”

He tries again, wiggling the key while he pushes the door back and forth. Eventually it opens. He hands me the key. “Tell Jasmine to fix that lock. Something’s wrong with it. I’ll go get my stuff and be right back.” He disappears into the stairwell.

I open the door. “Garret!” I yell it really loud, forgetting that I’m probably waking everyone on my floor up. I hear Garret racing back down the stairs.
 

“What is—” He stops when he sees the inside of my room. It looks like a tornado went through it. The sheets and blankets are torn off my bed and the mattress is half on the floor. All of my dresser drawers have been taken out, the contents dumped out into messy piles. Textbooks and notebooks are scattered everywhere. My laptop is still there on my desk, but it’s open, as if someone was using it.
 

The desk drawer is the only thing left intact. I slowly open it, noticing that my hands are shaking. Inside, everything is as I left it. Except for one thing. My mother’s letter.
 

14

 
“It’s gone.” I’m so shocked I can barely speak.
 

“What’s gone?” Garret asks. “What did they take?”
 

“The letter. That guy came for the letter. He took it.” My whole body is shaking now.
 

“The guy who called you? He did this?”

“It had to be him. Who else would want the letter? He was in my room. That psycho guy was in my room.”
 

Garret pulls me into his arms. “It’s okay. He’s gone now.”
   

“What’s going on?” Kelsey, the girl who lives next door to me, walks in wearing her robe. Her eyes widen when she sees my room. “What happened in here?”

“Someone broke in,” Garret says. “Can you go get Jasmine?”

“Yeah. Sure.” Kelsey leaves.
 

I try to take a deep breath to calm myself but I can’t. I’m shaking too much. Garret holds me closer, gently rubbing my back. “It’s okay. He got what he wanted. He won’t come back.”

“He was here in this room. He touched my stuff.”

We hear someone running down the hall. Jasmine comes in, followed by Kelsey.

“Jade, who did this?” Jasmine asks.

Garret lets me go as I turn to face her. “We don’t know.”
 

It’s kind of a lie, but technically we really
don’t
know who did it. I know it’s the guy who keeps calling me, but I have no idea who he is.

“Were you here last night?” Garret asks Jasmine.

“I got home around 11. I think I was the only one here. Everyone else was probably at one of the parties off campus. When do you think this happened, Jade?”

“I left my room around 6:30 last night, so sometime after that.”

“Well, I didn’t hear anything when I got back. It must have happened before 11. What did they take?”

“I’m not sure yet. I need to go through everything.”

Jasmine takes out her phone. “I’m going to call the police.” She goes out in the hallway.

“You don’t have to wait here, Kelsey,” I say as she stands there awkwardly. “But thanks for your help.”

“I hope they catch whoever did this.” She hurries back to her room.
 

Other girls hear the commotion and soon they’re all in my room talking and asking questions. Harper isn’t there but I’m guessing she’s still at her boyfriend’s apartment.

Sara, the girl who lives across the hall from me, asks, “What if he was a rapist? Or a murderer? Do you think he’s coming back?”

I don’t answer her. I don’t answer any of their questions. I just wait quietly in Garret’s arms. The girls from my floor quickly scatter when the police arrive.
 

The police officer asks tons of questions, but none of them seem to lead anywhere. I don’t tell him about the phone calls because then I would have to tell him about the letter. And if I say anything about the letter, the man on the phone may follow through on his threats.
 

“So you have no idea who would’ve done this?” the officer asks for the ten millionth time. “Maybe someone wanting to pull a prank on you?”

“A prank?” Garret says. “Do you really think this looks like a prank?”

The officer reviews his notes. “Well, nothing appears to have been stolen. So basically they just made a mess of the room. Sounds like a prank to me.” The officer gets up to leave. “We dusted for prints, so we’ll let you know if anything comes up. But I wouldn’t worry too much about it.”
 

He walks out, followed by the cop who dusted for prints. As soon as they leave, I shut the door and take my dress off. I grab some jeans and a shirt from the pile on the floor and put them on, then search for my socks.

“I’m guessing you don’t want to go for breakfast now,” Garret says.

“I’m not really hungry anymore. Maybe we could go somewhere else. I know I should clean this up, but I just want to get out of here. I can’t be in this room right now.”

“Then let’s go. I’ll just drive until you tell me to stop, okay?” Garret opens the door and his dad’s standing there.
 

“Are you two all right?” Mr. Kensington walks in looking very serious.
 

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Garret says. “What are you doing here?”

“The dean called me. He said there was a break-in. And then he mentioned Jade’s name and I raced right over.”

I look at him confused. “The dean? How does he know?”

“Jasmine’s required to call him,” Garret explains. “And my dad is good friends with the dean.”

“Do you know when this happened?” Mr. Kensington asks me.

“No, but I’m guessing it was when I was at your house last night.”

“What did they take?”

“Nothing. At least I don’t think they took anything. I don’t have much and it looks like everything’s here on the floor.”

He glances around my room. “It looks like they took your TV.”

“I don’t have a TV.”

“Oh, I see. Well, that’s strange that they didn’t take anything.”

“Dad, you didn’t need to come all the way down here for this.” Garret uses an accusatory tone. I’m sure he assumes his dad is really there to lecture him about last night.