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“No, no, you got that wrong. You’re my Allie Cat, but this game we’re playing, I’m the one who’s doing the chasing.”
“Are you now?” she says in a seductive voice as she raises the cup to her lips. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol buzzing through my veins or the way she says it that makes me second-guess myself. She lets out a feminine chuckle into her cup and smiles at me with the hint of a blush creeping up her cheeks.
“I’m just playing with you, Dean,” she says sweetly and slides off the barstool. I widen my legs as she stands between them and pops up on her tiptoes to plant a small kiss on the side of my jaw. I close my eyes, enjoying the soft touch. My fingers slide down the curve of her waist. But she pulls away before I can get more of what I want.
Just as she does, I see Kev and Brant make their way into the room. Allie brushes her fingers along my knuckles and then takes a step back, rocking on her heels.
“You’re cute, but I have to go,” she says and tugs her hands away.
“Already?” I say. She hasn’t even been here for an hour.
“I got shit to do,” she tells me and I immediately bite back, “Yeah, me.”
She gets a laugh out of that, spearing her fingers through her hair and the floral fragrance of her shampoo drifts toward me as she turns on her heels. “I’ll see you on Monday,” she murmurs innocently like I’m just going to watch her go.
“I can at least walk you out,” I offer and stand up, reaching forward to snatch her by her waist.
She lets out a yelp that gets the attention of a few of the guys.
“I think I’m fine,” she tells me and grabs my wrist, moving my hand off her waist.
A crease settles deep in my forehead and I can feel it when I say, “You don’t want me to even walk you out?” I ask the question, but already I’m talking to her back.
She turns around to walk backward, teasing me some more. As she shakes her head, her hair falls over her shoulders, covering up that soft skin of hers. “Not tonight, Dean,” she says.
“I don’t know if this is a test, but that’s bullshit if it is,” I call after her, my feet planted firmly on the floor. Her sweet laugh follows her out of the room and I stay put.
I’ll chase her if she wants, but fuck if I know what’s going through that girl’s mind.
Craziest thing though is that watching her leave only makes me want her more.
ALLISON
My pen scribbles over the numbers, morphing them from identifiable figures to squares of black. I can’t pay attention to the lecture, not when I can feel Dean’s eyes on me.
I can hardly breathe as I close my eyes. I’m so close to the edge, to losing it and falling into a bottomless pit with no way to return. I can feel it now, how liberating it would be to just let go. Years of holding it in, years of doing nothing.
My eyes slowly open to the droning white noise of the professor’s lecture. It’s only then that I see I’ve broken the tip of the pen, the ink seeping into the pages and staining them.
Not just a few sheets but nearly all of them, maybe thirty or forty pages in this notepad. Have I been sitting here that long?
“You okay?” the girl to my right asks. I recognize her face. She has a certain look about her, like someone you could easily trust. Her voice is gentle too. She glances straight ahead and then back at me when I don’t answer, merely staring at her and trying to snap out of it.
“Fine.” I manage to push out the single word.
“I’m Angie, by the way,” the girl whispers as she brushes her curly blond hair away from her face. Then she asks, “Do you need another pen?” She practically mouths the words so she doesn’t disrupt the lecture.
“Oh, no,” I say and wave her off, pushing away all the thoughts. “I’m fine, thanks.”
We share an easy smile like nothing’s happened. I suppose outwardly, nothing has. Just a broken pen and spilled ink on a notebook.
I hear a desk somewhere to the left of and behind me scratch across the floor.Dean.My body begs me to look back, but I don’t.
God, I want to. It’s different with him. A good different in some ways, but so bad in others.
He’s a distraction.
With clammy hands, I reach into my bag and pull out another pen. I rip off a single piece of paper and wrap up the ruined pen, setting it to the side of the desk to toss on the way out.
