Who’s the Dog Now? novel Chapter 82

Naomi forced a smile, washed up, and lay down on her bed. She closed her eyes almost immediately.

She’d expected that running into Zebulon would trigger dreams about the past, but surprisingly, she slept soundly and dreamlessly until morning.

“Wow, you look fantastic,” Patricia said, climbing out of bed with two dark circles under her eyes.

She had assumed Naomi would be too restless to sleep well and had pre-ordered coffee for both of them, only to find that she was the one who looked like a panda.

Naomi put a warm eye compress in Patricia’s bag for her, saying shyly, “Maybe because I was working yesterday, I didn’t have time to overthink things and just slept really well.”

“Ugh, I’m so jealous. I want to start working too.”

Naomi offered a casual word of comfort. “Don’t worry, you’ll find something if you take your time.”

After breakfast, they headed to their sophomore major course. Naomi paid close attention throughout the class, then said goodbye to Patricia and headed to the studio for her shift.

No sooner had Naomi left than Patricia saw Zebulon and his friends appear at the classroom door.

Patricia frowned and pretended not to see them, quickly packing her things to slip out the back.

“Patricia!”

Patricia cursed under her breath.

She tried to ignore them and walk away, but Colin and a few others blocked her path.

“Hey, gorgeous, what’s the rush?”

Colin leaned against the doorframe, a playful, mocking smile on his face.

Having grown up with a serious and composed older brother, Patricia instinctively disliked Colin's flippant attitude and frowned.

“I don’t know you. Please move.”

Colin’s smile faltered.

“Exactly. You’re just her college roommate. Once you graduate and go your separate ways, who’s even going to remember who you are? You think you can compare to us?”

Patricia was truly amazed by the audacity of these rich kids.

Who taught them to be so full of themselves?

“You’re right, I can’t compare to you. After all, I’d never make my best friend strip in public.”

The color drained from their faces.

“How did you know about that?”

Seeing nothing but anger and not a hint of remorse in their eyes, Patricia’s gaze filled with scorn. “If that’s what you call friendship, then you’re right, I can’t compare.”

“And another thing, stop coming to me. If this happens again, I’ll report you to the police for harassment!”