Beloved (40 page)

Embry had dealt with that more than once in college. Loans and scholarships were paid out late all the time. “Was my scholarship not disbursed yet?”

The woman paused her paper shuffling and glanced at Embry before shifting her attention back to the pile. “No, no, your scholarship came through,” she answered. “Ah, here it is.” She pulled a piece of paper out of the pile and handed it to Embry. “It appears that maybe you were misinformed about the amount that the scholarship would cover.”

Embry stared at the paper and felt as if the ground had been swept out from beneath her. She was free-falling, and panic took over as she looked at the amount of the scholarship. It was ten thousand dollars short for the year.

“But, I–” Embry tried and failed to get out the words. She looked down again, hoping maybe she had read the numbers wrong. No, her scholarship didn’t cover her full tuition. How could she have missed that? She was positive that the award letter said her tuition was completely covered. She handed the paper back to her advisor, hands shaking. As she looked into the woman’s eyes, the pity she saw made Embry feel that much worse.

“I can see that this is a shock to you.” Her advisor reached for another stack of papers and handed it to Embry. “I’ve compiled the financial aid application, if you’re interested. I’m not sure if they’ll be able to disburse funds in time to cover the remaining tuition bill, but at least, if awarded, the aid check will reimburse you.”

Embry nodded numbly.

“The good news is, for students who weren’t awarded full scholarships at the outset, Whitman offers merit-based scholarships during the second and third years to those who maintain academic excellence.” The woman smiled, her voice rising an octave as if that would somehow make it easier on Embry. “So just keep up those grades, and you never know!”

Great. No pressure
. Embry knew she would be sick if she didn’t get out of that office. Thanking her advisor, she tucked the financial aid packet in her purse and hurried out.

Embry walked through the crowded atrium, her head spinning. She crunched the numbers again and again but came up with the same answer.
Ten thousand dollars
to cover tuition for the year
. She had that in savings, plus a bit more, but that was supposed to go to her rent. And what about money for groceries, bills? She would be forced to shell out all of the money up front, and financial aid was never a guarantee. She took her pity party to one of the empty tables and sat down to look through the packet her advisor had given her.

A large iced coffee was placed in front of her as Morgan sat down beside her. “Looked like you could use this. I saw you pouting from across the atrium.”

Pouting was a mild term compared to the major meltdown going on in Embry’s head. “Thanks, M.”

“That’s what best friends are for. Now tell me what’s wrong.”

Embry filled her in on the meeting with her advisor. She skated over the finer details, like the fact that she wouldn’t have money for rent. Morgan’s family owned Embry’s apartment, and the last thing she wanted was their charity.

But Morgan, being Morgan, picked up on it right away. “What aren’t you telling me? You have money saved to cover the tuition, right?”

“I have money saved...” Embry trailed off.

“But it was for your rent,” Morgan said, putting the pieces together.

Embry nodded, humiliated.

“Embry, my parents don’t need the money. The only reason you’re paying rent is because you insisted.”

“I know, but I just don’t feel right doing it any other way.”

“What about your parents? Can they help?”

The thought had crossed Embry’s mind, but she’d dismissed it as quickly as it came. “I can’t ask them. Not after leaving like I did, with no explanation. I know they love me and I’m sure they’d help if they could, but I just don’t feel right asking. I’ll look around town to see if I can pick up a bartending job somewhere. Besides”—she held up the papers—“there’s always financial aid.”

“Stubborn,” Morgan scolded.

“Spoiled,” she shot back with a grin.

The girls talked until it was time to head to their classes. They hadn’t been able to talk their way into the same section, so they had completely different schedules.

“Criminal law?” Embry asked Morgan as they walked out of the atrium.

Morgan nodded. “Professor Charles.”

“Gasp! I heard he’s a nightmare. Good luck. I’ve got contracts with Coleman.”

Morgan shrugged. “I’m pretty sure she learned the art of torturing first years from Charles himself.”

“Sounds like we’re both in for some fun then!” Embry said with fake enthusiasm. She turned down the hallway leading away from Morgan.

“Good luuuuuck,” her friend called.

Embry walked into the classroom and stood in the back, getting her bearings. Rows of stadium seating lay before her, and she watched students mill around. She wandered down the stairs and chose a seat toward the middle of the classroom. As she pulled out her computer, someone slid into the seat next to her.

“This seat taken?”

Embry looked up into a handsome face and a pair of chestnut-colored eyes. They had nothing on the sexy guy from the hallway, but he definitely wasn’t lacking in the looks department. 
What has gotten into you, Embry?
It had been a while but not 
that
 long. She hadn’t been in a relationship in five years, not since 
him
, but that hadn’t stopped her from having fun. Law school was different, though. She didn’t want any distractions: no guys, no sex, no drama. At the rate hot guys were popping up, though, she’d fail out by the end of the week.

“Nope, all yours,” she answered, busying herself with her computer.

“Cool, thanks. I’m Jeremy.” He gave her a half wave.

“Embry.”

“So what’s your story, Blondie?” he asked, reaching out to twirl a piece of her golden hair between his fingers.

“What?” Her head snapped up and she tugged her hair out of his grasp.

“You know, your story. Where are you from, what did you go to school for... the usual.”

She pointed at herself. “Embry. Not Blondie.”

He raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, sorry. I like nicknames. You’re a little uptight, aren’t you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, losing her cool.

“I could help you loosen up a bit, you know.” He winked.

Winked! The guy was hot—she had to admit that—but was he serious? “Are you serious?”

“Only if you say yes.”

She had no words. She rolled her eyes and went back to her computer.

He didn’t leave her alone for long. “I got your mind off your first-day jitters though, didn’t I?”

All she could do was stare at him. 
Who is this guy?

“I did, didn’t I?” He nudged her arm.

She finally let her guard down and laughed. “Yes, yes, you did, okay? Happy?”

“Not until you go out with me.”

“Not happening.”

“Really?”

“Really,” she deadpanned.

“You sure?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Positive.”

“Friends?” he said.

She glared at him.

He tilted his head, widened his eyes, and pouted, giving her what she was sure was his best puppy-dog face. “Come on, we got the sex out of the way. Now we can keep it strictly platonic.”

Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. “Sex? What sex? There will be no sex!” A few curious gazes settled on Embry. She said 
that 
louder than she meant to. She should have been aggravated, but for some reason, Jeremy was making her laugh. And he was right; her first-day jitters were history.

“It’s out of the way. I hit on you, you friend-zoned me, so we’re all good. It’s platonic now.”

“Okaaay,” she said reluctantly.

“That is, until you realize how ridiculously attractive I am and regret your decision. I can’t promise I’ll wait for you, though.”

She rolled her eyes again. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Believe it, baby.”

“Embry,” she stated, pointing toward her chest again.

“Embry-baby.”

“Just Embry.”

“We’ll work on it, Blondie.” He winked again.

He was infuriating, but she couldn’t fight the smile tipping her lips. “Friends,” she agreed. And that was that.

“So, you hear anything about Professor Coleman?” he asked.

“Nothing good.”

He nodded as he tapped his pen on the desk. “You know, after that Oscar-worthy performance by the dean, I’m starting to think this is all just a big setup to make us go running for the hills.”

“Yeah, I thought he was laying it on a bit thick,” she said, searching her bag for her textbook.

“I’m pretty sure it’s all a big act. It can’t be 
that
 bad,” Jeremy said.

“Let’s hope….” Embry’s sentence trailed off as the room went silent.

Students craned their necks toward the door to catch a glimpse of the professor. After the rumors she’d heard, Embry expected someone a bit more intimidating. Instead, Professor Coleman was a petite woman, about mid-forties, with librarian glasses, shoulder-length brown hair, and a stylish skirt suit. She glided up to the podium, put down a stack of papers, and headed to the whiteboard.

“I’m Professor Coleman.” The dry erase marker squeaked across the board. “I’ll be your contracts professor. This is my contact information. My door is always open during office hours, so feel free to stop in. We’re going to go over the syllabus and class objectives today. Then I’ll tell you a bit about myself and send you on your way, so you can all let out that breath you’ve been holding.”

The entire class breathed an audible sigh of relief as they realized Professor Coleman was not going to torture them on their first day.

At the end of class, Embry packed up and felt Jeremy’s eyes on her.

“So really, where are you from? What did you study?” he asked.

“Oh. Um, well, I’m from here. I did my undergrad at the University of Florida. Studied political science. What about you?”

He smiled as he gathered his things. “I’m from Rochester. My dad owns a law firm back home and one in the city. I’m going into the family business, so law school was the next logical step. I went to Syracuse.”

Before Embry could ask Jeremy about his father’s firm, Professor Coleman gave a late announcement. “Oh, before I forget. I’m looking for a research assistant for the year. If any of you are interested, come and see me.”

Embry’s ears perked up. The research assistant position would be the perfect solution to her problem. She could make the money she needed and still focus on law. All she had to do was impress the professor. “I’m going to go check that out.”

Jeremy raised an eyebrow. “Apply at your own risk. I hear she can be pretty tough.”

“Thanks for the warning.” She waved good-bye and made her way to the front of the room.

Embry walked out of the classroom in a far better mood than when she had entered it. Professor Coleman seemed nice, and Embry had a good feeling about her chances of getting the position. She was actually excited for the semester to officially start. She fished her phone out of her purse to text Morgan, and when she glanced up, she froze.