The Way We Roll

The Way We Roll by Stephanie Perry Moore Read Free Book Online

Book: The Way We Roll by Stephanie Perry Moore Read Free Book Online
Authors: Stephanie Perry Moore
she asked later as we took the second load inside.
    â€œI’ll be a sophomore.”
    She started looking through some of the boxes we’d brought in. Was she loony, or did she simply have no home training? I knew everyone in the world didn’t have a mom that lived and breathed from the etiquette book.
    Giving her the benefit of the doubt, I set down the box in my arms and grabbed the one she had. “Thanks, I can get it from here.”
    â€œAh, naw, I’m not trying to be nosy or anything. I just didn’t see any paraphernalia, any cheerleading stuff—no dance outfits.”
    â€œNo, I’m not a part of that.”
    â€œCool,” Sirena said. “That stuff can mess up a girl’s mind.”
    Even though I’d told her I didn’t need any more help, she refused to stop until everything was inside, organized, and in its right place. We were on a roll. My place was looking good.
    â€œI’m going to have to keep you around. We got through all this today. I wasn’t planning on finishing unpacking until the end of the week.”
    â€œOrganization is key for me.”
    â€œWhat do I owe you? I can’t believe you helped me like this,” I said, going over to my purse.
    â€œNo, I don’t want your money. Maybe you could—” Before she could finish, someone was knocking on my door.
    â€œYou expecting somebody?” she asked in a disappointed tone.
    â€œNaw.”
    â€œI’ll tell them to leave,” she said, heading for the door. I walked around her; I needed to get my own door. I was taken aback when I saw a familiar face. Oh, no, she isn’t at my door.
    It was Hayden Grant, now out of her dressier clothes. The Alpha chapter President was representing as she sported her Beta Gamma Pi T-shirt.
    â€œCan I come in for just a second?” she asked in a sweet tone.
    Not buying the nice act, I asked, “How do you know where I live?”
    â€œYour mom told me the apartment address. I have some stuff from her to give you. I saw your car, so I knew you were in. So, here I am.”
    Seeing my next-door neighbor looking over my shoulder,I didn’t want to be rude, so I introduced them. “Hayden,this is Sirena. Sirena, this is Hayden.”
    â€œI thought you told me you weren’t a part of a sorority,”Sirena said, not shaking Hayden’s extended hand.
    â€œI’m not!” I said quickly. “But obviously she needs to talk to me about stuff, so thanks for coming over and helping.”
    Sirena pushed. “Malloy, I can wait until you guys are done. We still have—”
    Squinting my eyes to try not to get irritated, I interrupted.“We’ve done everything. Thank you.”
    I didn’t want to shove her out the door, but she had overstayed her welcome. Thankfully she walked out.
    â€œSounds like your neighbor is bored or something,” Hayden said.
    â€œShe’s cool. What is it my mama wanted to give me?”
    â€œI don’t know. It’s this envelope. I didn’t open it. Here.”
    It was certainly my mom’s handwriting. What was this letter about? Last year when I was a freshman, she hadn’t given me a note.
    â€œYou didn’t have to take her back home?”
    â€œNaw, she rode with the regional coordinator.”
    â€œOh, I can see them gabbing the entire ride back. Well, thanks, you gave it to me,” I said as I went to open the door again.
    â€œI just wanted to say,” Hayden began, “I appreciated you earlier today. You could have told your mom my chapter sorors have been pretty ugly to you, me included. I don’t know why you didn’t go there.”
    â€œYeah, me neither.”
    â€œBut I appreciate it, and it shows you got something that maybe we really do need to take a look at. Kade told Sharon you won’t see him anymore. So with all that over, I just wanted to let you know that if you’d consider pledging, I want

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