Chapter 125: Wrong Place, Right Time
Micah walked quickly across campus toward the dorm building, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. The sun was starting to set. Most classes had ended, and students were everywhere. The dormitory buzzed with voices, doors slamming open and shut, footsteps on the stairwell, and low hum of chatter filled the halls.
When Micah reached his floor, he opened the door. His eyes landed on Emile who was standing in front of the mirror, smoothing some kind of moisturizer onto his face with gentle taps. The smell of something floral filled the room.
"Hey," Micah said as he stepped in, kicking off his shoes. "Where are the others?"
Emile didn’t glance away from the mirror. "Eddie went to take a shower, Nick is still not back."
Micah nodded and walked to his bed. He dropped his bag down.
"Where were you?" Emile asked, turning slightly, one eyebrow raised as he capped his bottle of lotion.
Micah didn’t look up. "Just remembered something I had to do. No one asked about me?"
"If you mean your black-haired friend, then no." Emile’s tone was casual, but his eyes flicked over, curious.
Micah’s fingers curled tighter around the edge of his bag as he spotted the thin stack of birthday invitations still tucked inside. He stared at them for a moment, then shoved them deeper, like they might vanish if he couldn’t see them.
He didn’t want to deal with his birthday party. Not this year, or the year after...
He had even thought of bailing right after the speech and spending the day with Darcy instead. It wasn’t just his birthday. And that party wasn’t for him, the fake young master.