Free Web NovelChapter 93: Chapter 93 Felicity.
Three months later...
"Psst," Julie whispered beside me. "Party at Tom’s dorm tonight."
I shook my head and whispered back. "Can’t. Plans tonight."
"You’re no fun!"
"Ladies?" Professor Carlton called out from the head of the lecture hall. “Am I boring you? Because I can put this on hold if you’d like?"
My cheeks flushed red and I waved my hands quickly. “No, no! Sorry, professor!"
"Thank you," he replied. "So, as I was saying...standard deviation is a measure of the amount of variation or dispersion..."
I gave Julie a warning eye that we should keep this conversation on hold until the end of class while Professor Carlton finished my third Stats lecture at Tufts University.
Roman had held to his promise and got them to look at my application even though I’d applied well past the deadline.
And I’d been accepted. The admissions office assured me that it wasn’t because of Roman that they were letting me in, but because of my qualifications.
I’d been ecstatic, and while I had originally planned on just living with Roman and commuting to school every day, he’d insisted I actually get a room at the dorms so I could have the genuine college experience.
Of course, I visited him every day and slept over at least three nights a week (which didn’t bother Chrissy, my roommate). It did feel good to have my own on campus and feel like one of those college kids I’d dreamt of being that night on the museum steps when my fiancé and I had first met.
Fiancé...
It felt so strange to think about, but so wonderful at the same time. He’d proposed a week later with a ring that took my breath away.
"Fit for a mob wife," he’d joked. I’d been afraid to wear it, but he’d assured me that nobody would mess with me once it got out that I was his girl. Still, I was a bit hesitant about wearing it to class anymore, as the first few days I had, I’d drawn so many questions from so many people that I could barely get anything done.
"Engaged at eighteen!?" they’d say.
"Are you nuts?"
"Why not just stay single, you know? Have some fun?"
It was mostly guys that said that one.
"He must be really awesome!"
"What does he do that he can afford a ring like that?"
"You locked down a rich one!"
The girls asked those.
So far, I’d been keeping his identity a secret, referring to him as Batman or Iron Man when the subject was brought up. I wasn’t embarrassed of who he was, but I just wanted to be another Tufts freshman and not that girl who was engaged to Boston’s most notorious crime boss.
The lecture finished up and Julie and I filtered out with the rest of the class. I’d met her at orientation. She was from New Hampshire and was a super anime nerd and had a cosplay Instagram account that had almost a half-million followers.
She’d been trying to get me to dress up with her and open up my own account, but that just wasn’t my style.
Also, I didn’t think Roman would react well to his fiancée posting sexy pictures online...
...and I liked that he wouldn’t.
"So, you’re really not coming to Tom’s tonight?" she asked, pouting her lip and pretending to be miserable. The truth was, with or without me, Julie was going to have a great time and probably be the center of attention with one of her famous outfits.
"I can’t," I replied. "Date night."
"With Batman?" she asked, shaking her head. “You know, I’m starting to think this mystery fiancé of yours is just made up and an excuse you use to get out of socializing."
"I socialize plenty!" I retorted. "Just not every time you ask. And if he’s fake, where’d I get this ring?"
I flashed the rock in her face, causing her to scoff and roll her eyes.
“Probably fake too," she replied.
“Not as fake as these," I laughed, jiggling her boobs. Julie yelped and tried to slap me but I raced away from her and burst out the doors of the math building onto the quad...
...to find Roman standing at the foot of the steps waiting for me.
"Oh, you little bitch — " Julie shouted from behind me, but as she came out of the building and saw him, stopped dead in her tracks. Roman and I both smiled and I looked back at her to see her reaction.
Her mouth was hanging wide open. She obviously recognized him.
"Hey, babe," I said to him, keeping my eyes on Julie. Her eyes just about bulged out of her head.
"Babe?!" she mouthed to me. I nodded, made the Beyoncé hand motion from the Single Ladies video, then skipped down the steps to my fiancé.
"See ya, Julie!" I called as he took my hand and led me away.
"Oh. My. God!" I heard her yell as we walked together. Once we were out of earshot, I turned to Roman. "So, I guess we’re out of hiding now, huh?"
"I couldn’t wait to see you," he said as he took me to the parking lot where his car was waiting.
"Got some big news."
"Oh?" I asked as he held the door for me.
"Get in," he beamed.
"Really? You’re gonna make me wait?"
He just kept smiling that infuriating smile that not only made me melt but also made me want to pound his chest with my fists out of frustration. I bit my lip and gave in.
"Fine," I said, sliding into the passenger seat. Roman went around to his side, got in, and we sped off.
"So, what’s this big news?" I asked eagerly.
"We just need to head downtown for a bit," he replied, heading into the city.
“Downtown?" I asked. "Babe, you do not have to take me shopping again. I haven’t even worn the stuff you bought me last time!" freēwēbηovel.c૦m
"But I thought girls loved shopping?" he teased. "Besides, I like it when you play dress up for me."
I tried not to laugh, but it was impossible. Roman had the ability to make me smile no matter what was happening.
“Seriously though, babe," I went on. "You don’t need to buy me anything —"
"We’re not going shopping," he said as we drove. "This is way better than that." frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
"But you’re not gonna tell me?" I asked it was more of a statement, though. Roman shook his head and made the gesture of zipping his lips shut. I frowned and crossed my arms over my chest.
"Fine, butthead," I joked. "This better be good."
