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about his dick?"
"Oh, please. Like you haven't?"
"Nope. Can honestly say that thought has never crossed my mind."
Her pen goes between her teeth, and she bites down. "You're missing out."
Gross. "That's okay. Old men aren't exactly my type."
"Oh? And what is your type?" she asks. "Tall, rich, and handsome, with a hint of broody?" My confusion must be all over my face because she nods toward the door. "He's outside."
As I follow where she's looking, I find Jace leaning up against the wall outside our classroom. He looks like an Instagram model, with a button-down shirt that’s unbuttoned way too much for the middle of winter and a pair of expensive sunglasses. He's messing around with his phone, making his hair fall into his face, and I’d be lying if I said my mouth didn’t water a little.
"Why am I not surprised you're banging Jace London?" Charlotte hisses.
I shake my head so fast I almost get whiplash. "N-no. We're not...we're not even friends. We just have a history."
"Then why is he waiting for you?"
Just then, a couple girls whisper to each other and then both look out the door at him. The thought of him possibly being here for them forms a knot in my stomach. I mean, he was always a player in high school. Between him and Carter, I don't think there was a single girl in our class that went untouched—except maybe Becca. Though I do know she had the biggest thing for Carter. Never acted on it though.
"He's not," I tell her. "He's probably here for them."
The alarm the professor had set goes off, announcing the end of class, and Charlotte smirks. "Guess we're about to find out."
We all gather our things and start to file out of the classroom. The whole way out, I can't decide if I'm hoping for Jace to still be there or not. I mean, even if he’s waiting on me, I have no reason to believe it’s good news.
Maybe he really is waiting for those other girls. Or maybe he has a class in here next and was just early. I've never seen him wait there before, but that doesn't mean anything. It's not a very big campus, meaning there aren't an overwhelming number of classrooms.
The two girls get out the door first, and while they check him out obnoxiously, they walk right past him. As soon as I step out, he clicks his phone off and puts it in his pocket.
"Told you so," Charlotte sings. "See you later!"
I roll my eyes. "Bye."
Jace stands up straight as I approach him. He still doesn't have that warm and welcoming smile I remember, but he's not glaring at me so there's that. I run my fingers through my hair and wait for him to say something. When he doesn't, I realize I have no choice but to talk first.
"Do you need something?" Okay, maybe I could have been a little nicer.
He snorts. "Oh, so you can come see me whenever you damn well please, but I can't? Good to know."
As he goes to walk away, I grab his wrist. "No, stop." He looks down at where my skin is touching his, and I let go. "I didn't mean to sound rude. Honest. I just don't know what you're looking for."
"I don't either. But I figured this was an okay place to start."
"Okay."
The two of us walk next to each other in total silence as we make our way across campus. It's strange, but not completely awkward. And besides, after I've spent the last couple weeks trying to get him to talk to me, why would I turn him away.
One thing I did expect however, was this to be just like high school. As we walk past a group of girls, they all gape at him and shoot me dirty looks. For a second, I wonder if he even realized they were there, but when he chuckles quietly, I know he did.
"You always hated that."
I tuck my hands inside my sweatshirt to keep warm. "And you always ate it up."
"I'm a guy," he reasons. "Can you really blame me?"
"A little. Yeah."
