A few days later, I still can’t shake the encounter from my mind.
He was definitely flirting with me.
So openly too, in front of everyone.
And… I don’t care at all.
Why would I care? I don’t care.
I didn’t even think he was that cute.
Okay, that’s a lie.
Olsen is hot as fuck.
But none of that matters.
Because I have Porter.
Or at least, Porter has me.
And I’m gonna be loyal.
Thoughts swirl in my mind for a moment.
I toy with the zipper on my backpack.
It’s still important to make friends though, right?
I should be social.
It’s college after all.
“I've got a uni thing, midday Saturday,” I lie to Franko. “Group project.”
“Can you work a double next Sunday?”
“Yes, chef.”
“Good lad.”
???
Group project, indeed.
I’ve never seen so many blondes in one place.
Against my better judgement, I keep looking for one in particular.
Just as a classmate,I tell myself.
Nothing more.
Study buddies are essential.
We have the same major, after all.
And the truth is, I’ve been kind of lonely lately.
