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“So, you won’t mind if I take her out then?” he asks genuinely. He actually likes her? What the hell?
Yes, I do mind, you dimwit.
Wait, what? No, no I don’t mind.
Wait? What is going on with me?
“Dude, she wouldn’t say yes to going out with you,” TJ intercepts the conversation. Thank God, because I really didn’t know what to say to Ryan. TJ swirls his water around the bottle, closing one eye to look inside the plastic container. I don’t know what the hell he’s looking for? It’s a clear plastic bottle with clear liquid inside of it.
“Who wouldn’t want to go out with this?” Ryan points to himself. He’s an even bigger idiot than I thought.
TJ starts to laugh at him. “Averman, leave her alone. Save yourself the heartache.” He taps his shoulder. Ryan stares blankly at him, like he cannot believe he just said that.
“What? She’d be good to have on my arm! She’d look good with me.” He smiles over to TJ, who just shakes his head with a mouth full of water. After he swallows it, I listen to what he’s going to say next.
“Good luck with that, Ryan. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Leaving us in the kitchen area, I study Ryan as he takes out his cell phone.
“You got her number?” he asks me, shaking his screen in my face. The brightly lit screensaver of a naked girl with her legs spread open occupies his screen. Carter will never go for him.
“No, and even if I did, I wouldn’t give it to you either,” I growl out to him. He’s not her type; he never will be her type. Ryan’s a douchebag to girls he gets with, although I’ve yet to see him actually take one on a date.
“What’s her last name then? I’ll find her on Facebook and ask for it.” I freeze at his question. I don’t know her last name. What is her last name? I shrug at a waiting Ryan, who huffs out in annoyance at me. I smirk into my bottle as I finished it off. He walks down the hallway, to his room, and slams the door shut.
Nick 1 – Ryan 0.
“Too easy . . .” I smirk alone in the kitchen.
Walking down to my room, I nudge my shoulder against the wood to push it open. Once inside, I pull my shirt off my back at go straight for the shower. I need another one.
What a day today was.
Chapter Four
Damsel in Distress
Nick
I’m walking to my first class of the semester alone, listening to my music. I swing the door open to the room I’m scheduled to attend the lecture in and take my earphones out, looking around at the crowd walking around, getting to their own classes. The air conditioner blasts my face hard with cold air. I tuck my earphones inside my pocket and get a few greetings from my teammates and girls I’ve never even met before. Or have I?
People’s sneakers squeak across the old tiled floor running from one end to another. Some of the girls’ heels click on the floor, gaining guys attention. I get the lust filled stares from them, with their welcoming eyes trying to lure me in to them, with their low cut tops with bright bras peeping out of them and short shorts or mini skirts leaving little to the imagination. Some nerdy girls in jeans and a jumper were running around with blocky folders in their hands, trying to get a seat in the front rows of their classes. College gives you such a wide range of personalities and types.
Opening the door up for my class, I sit near the back rows. I see Reggie already in a seat and keep walking to sit next to him. His head is down, scrolling through his brightly lit phone. Hearing my approach, his head snaps up to meet my face. Sending me a warm smile, he lifts his hand for me to take so we can greet each other.
“Hey, man! I didn’t know you were in this class.” We both sit down in our seats and I place my bag on the floor.
“Yeah! I didn’t think you were in this class either! Good to know I know someone else here!” Reggie is smart, so we can study together for this class when assignments and exams begin.
I’m not stupid by any means. My mom drilled studying into me and Haley from a young age. My mom was a pharmacist, and she was smart one too. She gave it up to look after us but did night courses and online courses to get different degrees. She has loads of them, and always tells us that we need a solid degree in whatever we choose to do. The rule was, we had to get one.
“Yeah! Bro, we can be study buddies!” He laughs as he takes out his notepad from his bag, and I do the same. I click my pen, readying myself for the class as I see a ton of people walking through the doors. I catch a few of them in the eyes as they walk in. Some sit close to me and Reggie, but I pay no attention to them. Listening to Reggie scroll through his Twitter feed, I stare at the board, hoping the lecturer will enter anytime soon. Time is just ticking by slowly; this will be a long class.
“Is this seat taken?” My head turns to see a busty brunette standing beside me, pointing down to the seat next to me. I shake my head no, allowing her to sit down with her friends. I glance around at all of the free seats in the lecture hall. Typical.
“I’m Amelia.” She holds out her hand for me to shake, and I do.
“I’m Nick.” I send her a polite smile and look at her eyes. She’s hot, but I’m not interested. I clench my jaw at the realization that I thought that.
You have a busty brunette practically sitting on your damn lap and cozying up to you, and you’re not interested?
