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I’m so screwed.
Even worse than that?
I’m not sure if there’s anything I can do to salvage whateverCassidy and I have going between us. Maybe I’ve only known her for a week, but she’s all I think about. That’s not a good sign.
She’d jokingly accused me of stalking her.
Well, she’s not too far from the truth.
I mean…no, I’m notactuallymaking a conscious effort to follow her around campus. Luckily, we run into each other regularly, which helps to feed this fixation I have with her.
At the party last Thursday, I hadn’t given much thought to her reaction when I’d grabbed her arm. After tonight and the way she’d shutdown, I realize that more is going on.
It’s like she’d been frightened.
Of me.
Of me.
Which doesn’t make a damn bit of sense.
Clearly this girl has issues, but she surprises me at every turn. I’d thought it was hot that she was into muscle cars. Her knowledge of hockey has totally upped her hotness factor.
I haven’t been this interested in someone in a long time.
Unfortunately, every time I attempt inching closer, she throws up more roadblocks. A few days ago, I’d thought I was making a little bit of headway. Especially after I cajoled her into grabbing dinner.
Turns out that’s not the case.
Tonight, she totally froze up on me.
I don’t know what to make of her.
Frustration pounds through me as I run my hand through my hair. No matter how hard I try, I can’t wrap my mind around this girl. She wouldn’t have revealed her name if I hadn’t run into her at the tutoring center, which brings me to how damn smart she is.
I sported an uncomfortable boner in the tutoring center while she explained whatever the hell it was she’d taken her time to reteach me.
And you know what?
Her explanation had made more sense than the professor’s.
I take another long swig of beer and stare across the table we have to ourselves in the back corner of Zep’s, a local dive bar close tocampus. The owner always reserves about five or six tables on game nights for the team. It’s tradition, and what I’ve learned from hockey is that you don’t mess with tradition.
Ever.
My gaze flickers to Cassidy’s roommate who is wriggling around on Austin’s lap. They look moments away from putting on an X-rated show right in front of me.
What’s her name again?
Beth?
Brenda?
Brin?
Damn if I can remember.
I close the distance between us because this is a person who can fill in some of the blanks for me. I just have to get Austin to stop sucking her face long enough to pry some information from her.
