I frowned. “What are you, a mind reader?”
She shook her head. “It’s on the back of the sweatshirt.”
I tried to look over my shoulder, but it was impossible.
“Do you know what this means?” she asked.
I sighed. “What? That I was an idiot for forgetting my coat when it’s really cold?”
“No. It means Zeb Wilder likes you.”
I laughed and rolled my eyes, turned and unzipped my backpack to get out my books. “It does not. He was just being–”
“Possessive.”
I spun around to give her my full attention. “What? No. Absolutely not. He had girls coming up to him and touching him. Saying hi and pretty much throwing their panties on him like a ring toss.”
Her excitement slipped. “Was he flirting back?”
I thought for a second. “Well, no. Guys said hi to him, too.”
“Did he give his sweatshirt to anyone else?”
“No.” I dropped three textbooks on my desk, flipped on the little lamp. “I don’t know why you’re making a big deal of this.”
“Because it’s Zeb Wilder.”
“He’s just a guy.”
“A gorgeous guy.”
I couldn’t help but grin. “He is that.”
She studied me. “You really don’t know, do you?”
“Know what?”
“He’s the star quarterback.”
“Okay,” I said with a shrug.
Her eyes widened at my lack of interest. “Okay?Okay?He singlehandedly got the team a bowl trophy.”
I frowned. “I thought football was a team sport.”
She rolled her eyes and set her hands on her hips. “If you came with me and the others to a game like I always ask, you’d know something about it. Something abouthim.He’s just that good. He’ll probably go pro.”
“You know that’s not my thing,” I countered. If he really was that popular on campus, then everyone staring at him in the library made sense. Plus, explained why everyone came up to him and said hi.
“Well, you’rehisthing,” she pointed at the sweatshirt.
“I am not.” While I said that, I felt excited at the prospect of Zeb Wilder liking me. Not the football star, because I really didn’t care, but the guy who’d sat across from me. Even though he was struggling with genomes, he was smart. Everyone struggled in the genetics class. I had the professor the year before for chemistry and she was brutal.
Zeb was also… nice. And he seemed to see me. In an entire library full of people, I was the one he kept his focus on.
I thought it was because I was the key to his passing his class, but was it more?
No.
