Page 62 of Necessary Roughness
“You going to the big party at Mike’s this week?” another girl on the other side of me asked him. “Thirsty Thursday!”
A flare of jealousy filled my chest. Because as far aschestswent, this girl had most of hers spilling out the top of her #5 Maddox jersey, and she was giving him the most blatant fuck-me eyes a person could give at one o’clock in the afternoon.
Knox’s gaze passed across mine as he turned toward her. “We’ll see. Thursdays are kind of busy for me.”
I felt my cheeks blush as the professor strode into class and began the lecture.
For a little while, we listened to the lecture and took notes. The Dutch Masters were an exciting group, as far as artists went.
Class was halfway over when Knox quietly cleared his throat. I glanced over, and he shoved a folded piece of paper at me.
I made sure our professor wasn’t looking, then quickly snatched it, my fingers brushing against his for a moment, causing an electric sizzle on my skin.
You’re cute when you’re jealous.
I frowned at the note and glanced over at Knox, but he was intently listening to the professor talk about Vermeer. I had studied most of this chapter while recovering from a hangover yesterday, so I stopped listening to the professor and wrote a reply.
What are you, six? You know we can text each other instead of passing notes in class. Also, I’m not jealous. Why do you think I’m jealous?
I waited until the professor’s back was turned to pass the note back to Knox. He chuckled silently, then wrote a response and quickly slid the paper back to my desk.
I don’t want to work your flip phone too much. Seems like that thing might catch fire if I send a text longer than 100 characters. And you were visibly jealous when Tits McBreasty over there invited me to a party.
I scribbled my response quickly.
I was annoyed that she talked past me. And yes, because she has giant volleyball sized tits. But that’s different than jealousy. I’m surprised you didn’t take her up on her invite. Guys like you usually love girls like her.
He scoffed when he read my message.
Guys like me? Ouch, way to generalize. She has more plastic than a box full of Barbies. I prefer a different kind of woman.
What kind of woman?
The kind whose name rhymes with moan.
If I invent a time machine, I promise to take you back to 15th century France so you can bang Joan of Arc.
When he read my last message, Knox outright laughed. He quickly stopped himself, but not before the professor glanced back in annoyance.
We had to pause for a few minutes before we continued passing notes back and forth.
Wow. Way to get me in trouble.
Way to blame me for your inability to laugh silently!
It’s your fault for being so hilarious. Can you please eliminate all extraneous likable qualities from your personality? I’m only supposed to be attracted to your body.
Is that how you got to be the star quarterback? By blaming others for your shortcomings?
What are you doing tonight?
The change in subject caught me off guard. Knox was pretending to focus on the professor’s lecture, but he was smiling.
I’m meeting with my master’s degree study group. I should get off around 10:00, if YOU want to “get off” after that ;-)
Damnit. I probably shouldn’t. I’ve got an early practice tomorrow, and the whole point of this arrangement is to avoid distractions. But you have no idea how much I want to.
I guess I’ll just have to play with myself tonight. Maybe I’ll send you some sexy selfies to let you know what you’re missing.
