He Picked My Roommate, I Picked a PhD Instead Chapter 06
A woman at The Strip was subletting her grilled cheese cart. Five hundred dollar deposit.
I borrowed the money from Riley and took the bus to the food truck lot.
The woman looked me over. “This job keeps you out past midnight. You sure you can handle it?”
“Yes.”
She handed me the spatula. I learned the sauce, the flip, the toast. Burned my fingers without a word.
By evening, my cart was open.
Riley stayed by my side, calling out to customers.
At midnight, I counted my earnings. Not bad for the first night.
I let out a small breath. Heard that new vendors sometimes get hassled, but so far so good.
On my way back to the dorm, my phone blew up with calls from Keaton.
I declined and blocked the number.
A few steps later, a message came through from a new friend request. His note: [What’s your problem?]
I deleted the request without opening it.
Thought that would be the end. But then unknown numbers started calling one after another. Annoying
enough that I finally picked up.
“Stop calling.”
“Sloane, you sent back the plushie and the necklace? What’s your game?”
Keaton’s voice was sharp.
“We broke up. I’m giving back what’s yours.”
“You’re mad?”
He paused, like he couldn’t believe it. “Because of Sierra? I was just messing around with her. If you’d just-”
“It’s not about her.”
I cut him off. “Keep the money. Consider it payment for all the meals you bought me.”
The line went quiet for a few seconds. When he spoke again, his voice had softened.
“Where are you? I’ll come to you. We’ll talk face to face. I’ll send the money back. Stop this.”
“No.”
I hung up and blocked that number too
