under the lights a daylight falls novel dahlia adler

“You were invited to join us,” says Lizzie, picking up a pair of gym shorts between her fingers and wrinkling her nose. Make light of the fact that you two ditched me. She grins, flipping her blue-streaked mane, and I glare at her. “Hey, I have no impression to make,” Frankie reminds us, perching on Lizzie’s old desk, which is unfortunately still piled high with my old notebooks and test papers from last semester. “But sounds like you’ll be making a great first impression.” “I’m pretty sure it’s Samara,” says Lizzie, climbing over the heap of clothing she dropped and hopping onto her old bed to nurse her foot. “You’d think I’d be the mess around here, but my room’s alllll clean and ready for Samantha What’s-her-face.” “I know, right?” As if on cue, Frankie pops up in the doorway, cracking a piece of gum so huge I can smell the artificial watermelon flavor from here.

My suite was a no-brainer, given it had not one but two open spots, since Lizzie not only ditched me for an off-campus apartment, but took our best friend and suitemate, Frankie Bellisario, with her. As of today, that closet now belongs to one Andrea Nelson, a girl I’ve never met but who’s apparently a sophomore-same as me and Lizzie-who was thrilled to get in off the Radleigh University housing waitlist. “How do you have so much crap, Cait?” Lizzie calls back from where she’s buried in what used to be her closet. Not sure how I used to do this back when Lizzie and I were cohabitating, but right now, it seems impossible to store my stuff in the allotted space. “You all right there, Queen B?” I slide off my bed, where I got distracted trying to decide where to store my shin guards now that I have to go back to taking up only half my room. It’s hard to run and help her when all I wanna do is laugh, but, it is my stuff I’m pretty sure she just dropped on her foot, so. Inexplicably so, since my Filipina-American former roommate is the one yelping it.

The stream of profanity that rings through my dorm room is made a thousand times funnier by the fact that it’s in French. To Lindsay, who refuses to let me give up,Īnd to Yoni, for a second chance when it mattered most

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Under the lights a daylight falls novel dahlia adler