Page 3 of Spin The Bottle
Oh joy.
Aiden sits beside Jordan, grabbing the piece of paper Mia hands over to him. He winks at her and stuffs it in his bag.
“We didn’t have practice this morning,” Jordan whispers, which makes my ears tip up.
Aiden grins. “He doesn’t know that.”
A liar too. How the list keeps expanding. A scoff escapes me before I can stop it, which makes both Jordan and Aiden turn to face me. My skin burns under the examination of his blue eyes burning into mine. It’s not fair. He can’t be tall, talented, and attractive. Pick one.
His eyebrows lift when he sees me.
Seeing as our best friends are dating, you’d expect us to have met before, but that hasn’t happened yet.
The corner of his lips tips up in a smirk, which makes my eyes drift to them. Good lips too. Asshole. “Leila Pérez.”
My name on his lips has my head spinning. I lift an eyebrow at him. “Do I know you?”
He laughs, fixing the hat on his head. “You’re Rosie’s friend, right?”
“Yeah.”
He smiles, leaning forward on the table. “She’s told me about you,” he offers.
I nod. “Unfortunately, I can’t say the same.”
He laughs, which makes me glance at him. “What’s with the hostility? Did I do something?”
I blink. “I’m sorry. Did you want me to get on my knees and bow for you?”
His tongue darts out to trace his bottom lip, and he lets out a low laugh. “Well…”
I roll my eyes. “Forget it.”
“The assignment is due in two weeks,” Professor Wilson says. “I expect you all to put in the work. Class dismissed.”
Thank God. I pick up my bag, stuff the paper inside, and push the door open. I reach for my phone to meet up with Rosie, but a familiar, annoying voice stops me.
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
I lift my head, seeing my roommate from hell standing in front of me, her arms crossed as she looks at me.
The lack of my smoothie is really taking its toll on me. I don’t have the energy to deal with this today. “I’ve been busy.”
“Your plants are all dead,” she states, making my heart break a little. “You haven’t been over all week, and they’re not mine to take care of. Where the hell have you been sleeping?”
“With friends.”
Her face contorts, judgment and disgust painted all over it. “Sleeping around for a bed? Really?”
I would have thought I’d be used to the judgment from her already when she has said so many more degrading things before, but the shock is still there. “I don’t have time for this.” I try to push past her, but she stops me.
“If you’re not coming back, I need your room.”
“For what?”
She shrugs. “For my stuff. It’s hard living from one dresser.”
I restrain the urge to roll my eyes. “Oh, the travesty.”
