Page 17 of The Casanova Complex

He just might be the thing that finally pushes me over the edge and makes me snap.

My God, he’s infuriating, and I’ve only had a total of two conversations with him.

Well, more like one since I’m not really sure you’d count dry humping and a tragically hot make-out session as “conversation.”

Forty-eight hours later, and I haven’t heard a single peep out of him.

Blessedly.

Professor Hart has made it abundantly clear that she’s not going to make any exceptions to her rules. Which means I’m stuck with him until the semester ends, and there’s absolutely nothing I can do about it.

That also means that he’s going to be partially responsible for whatever we turn in at the end of these two months, and that is a truly terrifying thought.

Our next session is supposed to be on Monday, and I’m wondering if he’s even going to show up.

I told him that if he wasn’t going to read the book, not to bother.

A laugh pours out of me, and I flop back onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling as I replay the absolute look of pure horror on his face when I told him he had to read Jane Eyre.

I.e. My diabolicalness.

He was sitting there, smirking like I hadn’t just told him to get it the fuck together after strolling in late, then having the audacity to say he hadn’t even fully read the email. I was busy trying to count backward from a hundred in my head so I didn’t do anything rash, and then it hit me.

Bennett Legros wanted instructions, so I gave him some. Literally the first part of our assignment.

See why I don’t have much faith in the fact that he’s going to somehow manage to actually even read the book?

Did I think he was going to?

Ha. Absolutely the fuck not.

It’s five hundred pages of classic literature from the 1800s that’s a romance on top of the brutally hard language.

Bennett Legros isn’t even going to be able to read it, let alone understand and retain it.

See?

Diabolical.

I might have also conveniently forgotten to mention there are like four movies that would probably be much easier for him to consume. But… serves him right for being late and for trying to take the easy way out before we’ve even started the project.

I guess we’ll find out how seriously he’s going to take this if he actually shows up to the session on Monday.

Sighing, I sit up from the mattress and drag the casebook back into my lap and attempt to refocus.

I’m supposed to be briefing Mapp vs Ohio for my Constitutional Law class, but my attention has been on literally anything but the case.

Instead, it’s focusing on distractions… like Bennett Legros.

I grind my teeth together until my jaw begins to ache and start to read over the text again.

This Court has not hesitated to enforce as strictly against the States as it does against the…

The words run together in a blur of black ink, and I blink rapidly, suddenly realizing that I’ve read the same sentence at least three times and still have no clue what it said.

“Ugh. Get it the hell together, Merritt,” I mutter, pinching my eyes tightly shut and blowing out an uneven breath as I rub my eyes and then pat my cheeks. “Wake up. Focus.”

I’m so annoyed at myself for getting distracted and losing focus in the first place. I can’t afford to let my GPA fall, especially not this close to my law school application.