I wasn't going back. It would probably mean my job, but I could no longer handle my screw ups. The bus left and I walked dejectedly to my room. I hadn't thought to ask for a different one, so I was back in the room I'd shared with Joel. I put the do not disturb sign on the door and crawled into the bed that still smelled like him.
It was a busy day and I never had time for a break. The sound of the heavy metal music almost had me jumping out of my skin. The damn jerk had programmed his music into my phone as his ringtone. I refused to think of the simple thrill I got just because I had a cell phone to answer, much less him on the end of the line.