Page 76 of Kissed By the Trillest Thug 2

“I came to get a package.”

“What kind?”

“The kind I almost forgot about. It’s an end table.”

She screwed her face up before shaking her head. I knew she had something on her mind.

“Go ahead and say what you’re thinking.”

She smiled before getting her thoughts out.

“I was just wondering how somebody remembers class schedules but forgets they spent money.”

“That’s fair,” I laughed.

The fact of the matter was that I usually didn’t keep track of when I spent money, and that’s simply because it wasn’t my money that I was spending. Pops had given all his children a credit card for our own personal use. She nodded toward the mailroom.

“Well, you should probably go get your table.”

“I probably should.”

I took two steps before stopping.

“You know…”

She raised an eyebrow and looked at me while she waited for me to finish speaking.

“I still think it’s kinda cool we live in the same building.”

“Most students from Dade live here,” she said nonchalantly.

She gathered her things and then headed toward the elevator.

“See you around, neighbor,” she said just as she walked past me.

This girl was a trip. I was shaking my head and smiling as I headed toward the mailroom.

I found my package leaning against the wall just like Mrs. Alvarez said. The box wasn’t ridiculously heavy, but it was awkward enough to make carrying it a pain. I wrapped both arms around it, adjusted my grip twice before I was satisfied, and hauled it onto the elevator. By the time I reached the third floor, my arms were begging me to hurry up. I could have set it down while I was in the elevator, but I had a good grip on it that I didn’t want to lose.

“I know this little table better look good.”

I laughed to myself as I carefully carried the box down the hallway. When I finally made it to my apartment, I leaned the box against the wall beside my front door and reached into my pocket for my keys.

The second I pulled them free, they slipped through my fingers and bounced against the tile before sliding down the hallway a bit.

“Damn.”

I bent down to grab them, but before I could, I heard a door open behind me. I turned around just in time to see Penelope stepping out of the apartment across the hall. She looked at me and then at the keys, then she quietly walked over and picked them up.

“I think you dropped these.”

I smiled as I took them from her.

“Appreciate it,” I thanked her.

She gave a small nod.

“No problem.”