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Chapter 47

Abby

I would admit, there have been numerous occasions when I have wanted to kill my sister, and right now was one of them.

I continued to glare at the bald-headed man as he gave his lecture. If the point of his lecture was to bore us to death, he was succeeding.

‘‘I would love to say it gets better, but it doesn’t.”

I turned to look behind me, only to see the handsome face of Sebastian. I hadn’t even realized he was in this lecture. Actually, now that I recall, I don’t remember seeing him again after he gave us a tour.

“I thought you were in the second year?” I questioned him with a hushed tone, not wanting to score the attention of the rest of the hall.

“I am.”

“Then why are you here?” Curiosity stirred within me because I knew if I had a choice, I wouldn’t be here.

A wide grin captured his lips and charm filled his eyes. “Why do you think?”

Surely he wouldn’t be hanging around the back of this lecture hall just on the off chance he would run into me. Would he?

“You’re an odd one to figure out, Sebastian,” I finally said, turning fully in my seat to look up at him. The only good thing about these halls is they are so large, you never get stuck sitting next to someone.

“Not that hard, babe, if you think about it.” He winked and much to my dislike, I let my cheeks blush red.

He moved to the edge of his chair, leaning over closer to me. “So are you finished with this lecture or do you want to continue to play flappy bird?”

If my cheeks weren’t red before, they definitely were now.

“Depends.” I literally couldn’t think of anything else to say.

“Come on, admit it, anything would be better than this.”

He had a point, yet it wasn’t in my nature to just give in. But when it came to him, I felt unsure. Scooping up my handbag off the floor, I stood up quietly and exited the lecture hall, knowing very well I was being followed.

Chapter 48

Abby

Sebastian had trouble written on his forehead. I knew that, yet I continued walking beside him down the empty halls.

“You don’t seem that interested in social science?” He broke the ice between us.

“Can someone be interested in social science?” I gave him a pointed look.

“Point taken.”

I slowed to a stop, turning to look at him. “So is there a reason why I should have ditched it and taken a stroll of the hallway with you instead?”

“Always straight to the point.”

His charming grin wasn’t getting him off the hook.

“Well?”

He took a noticeable step forward, entering my personal space, and surprisingly I didn’t mind.

“You don’t like waiting, do you?” The smirk in his voice was enough to cause me to smile.

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