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“Oh, there’s so much more,” Spencer smirks, meeting us in the entry hallway.
He looks a little too sure of himself, and I realize that he is very proud of the spectacle he has created. Both parts probably delight him: sending me across campus to retrieve her, and making her walk through the mysterious guard of underclassmen.
“And is it worth it?” she quips right back.
He doesn’t like that. He’s used to people just doing what he wants, basically adhering to the script he has in his mind. He wasn’t looking for a sassy answer.
I’m very proud of her.
I can tell that she is not as impressed with him as he would have hoped. Maybe she doesn’t appreciate being summoned. Or maybe she doesn’t appreciate the fact that she actually did it,whenshe was told to do it,exactlyas he told her to do it.
It seems like I may have not seen all of her in class. She’s not just some art school weirdo. There’s something else in there. Something fierce.
“Okay, so I am here,” she huffs. “Care to explain?”
And, he is back to himself again. That is the line he was waiting for. He grimaces slightly, ready to offer her bad news, but more importantly, happy to be in control of the situation again.
“Please,” he says gallantly. “Follow me.”
My stomach tightens as we head up the stairs to our third-floor suite. Some of the guys poke their heads out when they hear the feminine sound of footfalls on the stairs. Strictly speaking, we are not supposed to have women in the residential areas, but of course, rules like that don’t apply to Spencer.
And he wouldn’t do anything so undignified as trying to sneak her in in the middle of the night. No, for Spencer, if it doesn’t happen with a witness it barely happens at all.
“Oh, this is cool!” she breathes as she enters our suite.
I follow right behind her, feeling strangely protective. Of course, she is in a protected space, but I want to make sure that she doesn’t feel uneasy.
There’s no sign of discomfort. She paces the perimeter of the room, running her fingers over the exposed ceiling beams, looking out the low window. This was formerly an attic, so the ceiling rises to a peak in the center with two chandeliers that we found in the basement hanging on heavy chains.
It’s a large room, definitely more spacious than you would expect in a fraternity house. A little bit drafty during the coldest winter days, but for the most part it’s perfect for us. Each of our beds are in the four corners of the room, and we each have room for our desk, dresser, even a set of weights in one corner and a treadmill.
Lindy stands on the very end of the treadmill and balances the heels of her hands on the side rails.
“Did you bring me here to exercise? Or did you have a thought about our collaboration? What you’re going to be contributing?”
She has him off-balance, which is fun to watch. I can see him recalculating, checking her out, assessing how much of this is real and how much is bluff.
It’s not entirely optimal, but Spencer seems to realize that if he doesn’t start the presentation, he’s going to lose his one audience member. He takes a deep breath and scrubs of the palm of his hand along his stubbled jaw.
“Lindy, have you ever heard of BUST?”
“As in, Hollywood or?” she quips.
He scowls.
“As in, we must, we must?” she continues, smirking.
“Lindy, this is serious,” he grumbles. “Diego, why don’t you fill her in?”
I flinch. I didn’t want to be part of this. I didn’t want to say anything at all. In fact, I wanted to go get some fries or something. I can’t believe he is roping me in like this.
But she looks at me, her lips pursed, obviously tolerating us with the last bit of patience that she has.
“Okay. Hold on, I’ll show you.”
Opening my laptop up in front of her, I quickly navigate to the first three security levels to the search page for undergrads. At first, she is bored, but when the slider reel shows up with pictures of people she probably knows, she squints and leans forward.
“Hey, what is… That’s Jenna!”
