The three of them stood close, wrapping their arms around each other. I clicked a few shots, then turned my cell horizontally. Clicked a few more.
When they stepped apart, I noticed behind them two guys talking, heads close, then one furtively passing something to the other. He tucked it in his jacket pocket, then slapped the guy’s hand with a wad of cash.
I’d seen enough TV shows to know what I was seeing. A drug transaction.
A wild cheer from an overly enthusiastic, and probably drunk fan from behind me had the guys looking toward the sound. They were students, definitely. They both had dark hair, one wore a ball cap. A university hoodie. Jeans. They looked like every other guy on campus. Except maybe Zeb, because he was more handsome than either of them.
The taller one stared at me. This look was cold. Unwelcome. Dangerous.
I pushed my glasses up as his gaze dropped to my body which was covered completely by Zeb’ssweatshirt. I’d had to roll the sleeves up a few times to be able to use my hands.
“Let’s go!” Rose said, tugging my arm and breaking the creepy eye contact. Neither she nor the other girls had seen anything. Only me. “The locker room’s just down there.”
She pulled me in that direction, this time forcing others out of our way. With one last glance over my shoulder, I saw the guy who’d sold the drugs. He was watching me and it scared the shit out of me.
“Oh my God. There he is,” Faith said, pointing. “And Nick Yostrum, too.”
Zeb and the guy Nick, who I’d never seen before, stood side by side, practically a wall of hot male.
Zeb was looking around and maybe he sensed me in the crowd, because his head turned. He saw me, saw that I was in his sweatshirt. Grinned. Winked.
I froze.
Smiled.
No, grinned right back like an idiot.
The butterflies were back.
My heart beat frantically and–
“That guy issointo you, hun,” Rose murmured in my ear, even though there was no way Zeb would hear with the fifteen feet between us and all the noise.
He came my way. We went his.
We stopped in front of each other.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hi.”
I just liked looking at him. His damp hair. His eyes. His mouth.
“I’m Rose, the roommate.”
Slowly, Zeb ripped his gaze from mine and to Rose beside me. “Hey,” he offered her.
Feeling like a fool, I offered more introductions. “This is Faith and Angela.”
Faith gave him a little wave and Angela nodded.
“This is Nick,” Zeb said, thumbing at his friend.
“Ladies!” Nick said, with a grin that made my friends whimper. “Party tonight at our house. You have to come.”
As Nick spoke, Zeb watched me.
“We’re so in. Thanks,” Rose said.
