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I grab one of the many protein shake mixers we keep on the counter and begin filling it with my liquid chocolate breakfast. After that, I grab three water bottles and some protein bars and stuff them in my bag, then I’m out the door.
Since I didn’t know what I was doing my first year here, I selected all my fun elective courses my first two years and now I’m stuck with my requirement classes. Including math, and I hate that bitch. I would have avoided that like the plague. Unfortunately, the time has come to take it, and with my procrastination, I ended up with the lovely morning class.
It takes me no time getting a parking spot, unlike most of the sorry suckers driving around. Being the team captain at a school where soccer is everything, you get some nice perks. One of those being a lovely sectioned off area for us. It’s more of a known thing rather than labeled specifically for us.
Putting my Jeep in park, I check the clock on the dash and silently pat myself on the back for getting here with ten minutes to spare. With the extra time, I scarf down one of the protein bars from my bag and wash it down with half a bottle of water, leaving me now five minutes before class starts. Just enough time.
Luckily, the classroom is in the west building, right by where I park. When I get to the hall my classroom is in, it’s empty. The lights are on in the room, and I hear voices coming from inside.
Opening the door slowly, I peek my head inside. There’s a loud creak the wider I open the door, causing everyone’s attention, including the professor’s, to turn my way.
“I’m glad you decided to join us, Mr. Collins.” His condescending tone makes me believe anything but. “Why don’t you take a seat and enjoy the last half of class since you missed the beginning.” Professor Dickhead raises an eyebrow at me and motions with his eyes to an empty seat in the middle of the room.
Entering the classroom, I pull out my phone and check the clock. I’m right on time. “Class starts at nine, though,” I say to him.
He points the pen in his hand at me. “I’d check your email, Mr. Collins. One was sent out last week with a time change for this class. It now begins at eight-thirty. Now please, take a seat. You’ve disturbed the class enough for one morning.” Turning, he goes back to the board, dismissing me.
Tucking my phone into my back pocket, I head over to the seat he directed me to take and plop down.
Professor D (aka Dickhead) continues talking as if he didn’t just call out one of his students in front of the entire class. Letting out a huff, I pull my notebook out of my bag and start jotting down what was already written on the board before I came in.
Something to my right catches my eye and I see a lot of long hair covering a face. The hair color is familiar. The girl next to me looks like she’s doing a bang-up job of trying to avoid my eye contact, which makes no damn sense. I haven’t even tried to hit on her yet.
Leaning forward, I try to catch a glance of her face, but she ducks more, blocking any shot of me getting a peek. Which answers my suspicions of her hiding. Her movements cause her scent to waft my way and I get hit with the smell of sweet cherries.
As I go to lean back, I can’t help but feel like I know her from somewhere. Most girls I’ve hooked up with in the past would be more than happy to be sitting beside me in a class, but whoever this is wants to do everything possible to remain hidden.
She glances up at the board, reading what’s there to continue her notes. Her focus at the front of the room gives me a chance to sneak a peek at her face and damn if I can’t stop the smile that appears. My mystery girl from the party. The one who wanted nothing more than to get as far away from me as possible the other night.
What’s the saying you hear all the time? You can run, but you can’t hide. Well, looks like I found my mystery girl after her disappearing act. Luck’s on my side this time, though, because she’s stuck with me for the next forty-five minutes and I’m not letting her get away that easily.
* * *
Blaire
My skin tinglesand I know he’s still staring at me. My body has been on high alert ever since he sat down in the seat beside mine.
Never in a million years would I have thought I’d see Penis Guy again. Obviously, I knew there was a chance of running into him since we both go to the same college, but I’m a junior, and I figured this guy was a senior. I never would have thought we’d have the same classes since I’ve never seen him before.
The next forty-five minutes go by in slow motion. Professor Darfman continues droning on and on with examples of different types of equations. I’ve sort of zoned out the last twenty minutes and focused on keeping my face hidden. The last thing I want is for him to recognize me as the girl who saw him with his junk in his hand and then ran away.
Class is dismissed five minutes early and everyone packs their things up and leaves the classroom, wasting no time.
He’s still sitting next to me, not moving. With him on my left and the wall on my right, I’m trapped in my seat.
Taking a deep breath, I lift my hand to pin my hair behind my ear and turn toward him. Our eyes lock and the side of his mouth lifts.
“I knew it was you,” he says, his smile growing.
I guess my hiding wasn’t that great. Obviously, he’d remember my idiot stunt the other day. A quick sweep of the room and I notice we’re the only ones left. Even if I wanted to, I couldn’t leave. His chair is blocking my only escape route.
“My name’s Camden,” he says, breaking me from my thoughts.
Camden.I take in his face, from the dark hair that has messy curls on top and is lightly highlighted from the sun to the straight nose and the full lips. His eyes are his most beautiful feature. They are a clear green, but there is a thin ring of dark around the outside, making them appear bigger and his face more expressive. His skin is tanned, like he spends a lot of time out in the sun, and he has a splattering of freckles along his nose that makes him look more boyish. A dark brown beard covers the bottom half of his face, surrounding a pair of full lips.
“You going to tell me your name, sweetheart?” he asks, making me snap my eyes from his lips and up to meet his. He is staring at me intensely and I have to look away, focusing on my hands twined together on the desk.
Taking a deep breath, I clear my throat before speaking. “I-I’m Blaire.”
