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“I won’t.” I give him a tight smile, ignoring Wade cackling in the background. “Let’s get to work on the shelf.”

We begin working as Wade plays on his phone. This is going to be a fun semester to say the least.

27

The week has inched by, but it’s almost over. Two more classes and my third week at the hell that is Golden Olympus will be complete.

Elliot slides into the usual seat beside me. “Quinnster!”

I keep writing notes as he nudges me with his shoulder.

“What?”

“It’s Friday.”

“Yes. I know that, Elliot.”

“There’s a party at Asher’s house tonight. You’ll be there, right?”

He really should be a comedian because that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all week. “No.”

“Come on. It’ll be fun.”

I like Elliot. I really do, though I hate to admit it. He’s grown on me even more as a friend—not that he allowed me much of a choice—but I think it’s safe to say his idea of fun and mine are two totally different things.

“Oh, yeah, because the last time was such a blast.” I resume taking notes, feeling Asher’s eyes on us.

“I had nothing to do with that,” Elliot says loudly as a few sets of curious eyes turn to look at him.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Victoria will be there.”

“Good thing since she lives there.”

“Invitation is open if you decide to wander down the street.” Elliot walks his fingers across the table before grabbing my pencil and speaking loudly, “We will all be on our best behavior.”

“I doubt that will be much of an improvement.” Snatching my pencil out of his hand, I continue with my notes. Even on their best behavior, I can’t imagine their group being anything but trouble.

* * *

Grabbing my phone from my bag, I make my way out to the parking lot, freezing when I see someone leaning against my car.

Mason? What is he doing here? What if something happened to Haley?

My shoulders tense as I walk to him.

He looks at the Audi then back to me. “Nice car. I didn’t get a chance to tell you the other night.”

“Where’s Haley?”

“She won’t speak to me,” he says, folding his arms across his chest.

“Why? Screw one of her friends?”

“No, just her.” A shit-eating grin crosses his face as he pushes off the car.

“Why are you here?” I ask, my fingers clutching the strap of my bag. I’ve witnessed his sarcastic arrogance before, but I hadn’t been on the receiving end. It was usually reserved for his jock buddies, but it’s obvious he enjoyed updating me that he had sex with Haley.