"She couldn't stand wasted chemistry."
Silver deleted Carroway's text without reading past the first line and shoved her phone in her pocket.
Whatever game he was playing, she wasn't interested. Not anymore.
Americus had a way of making "volunteering" sound like a threat.
Silver should've known something was up the second her roommate burst into their dorm with a clipboard and a grin that promised chaos.
"Guess who's running the final setup committee for the Winter Gala?" Americus announced, tossing glittery flyers onto Silver's desk. They scattered across her psychology notes like confetti.
Silver looked up. "Let me guess. You?"
"Obviously. And guess who's helping?"
Silver frowned. "If you say me..."
Americus cut her off, waving a pen like a conductor's baton. "You and Eli, actually. Perfect symmetry. Skater and hockey captain. Ice royalty."
Silver groaned. "No. I'm out."
"You promised to help with the lighting design last month."
