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This chick is a piece of work.
For one, she doesn’t seem to know who I am, which is kind of refreshing. And two, she’s not tripping over herself to make a good impression. If anything, she’s working overtime to make sure I never want to speak to her again.
“So, what’s your story, then?” She keeps walking. “Do you just prowl the campus at night, looking for lonely girls to rescue? Let me guess, you’re a vigilante, right? What’s your code name? The Jock? Tall Man? Captain Hero?”
I snort. “Those are the worst hero names ever. Have you even read a comic book before?”
“Hey, I happen to love Marvel and DC movies, okay?”
“And Captain Hero was the best you could come up with?”
“Gimme a break. I’m working on the fly here.” Her lips stretch into a grin, which she can’t quite catch in time.
The streetlamp gives me a taste of it, and I’m struck again by the fact that she’s pretty. Not knock-you-on-your-ass gorgeous, not cover model stunning, but a cute kind of pretty. What do they call it? The girl next door?
With her hair pulled back in a messy bun and those leggings paired with the Nolan U T-shirt, you can tell she’s not the type to spend hours getting ready before walking out the door.
I’m kinda digging this unpreened, sporty vibe she’s going with.
Damn, I wish she’d tell me her name.
“Do you live around here?” she asks. “What dorm are you in?”
I raise my eyebrows at her. “I thought you didn’t want to know anything about me.”
“Touché,” she mutters and hitches her bag up again.
“Here.” I take it off her.
“Hey.” She tries to snatch it back, but I hold it out of reach. “I can carry my own bag.”
“What the hell have you got in here?” I lift it up and down, trying to calculate the weight.
“That would be none of your business.”
“Let me guess, you’re one of those old-school chicks who feels like she needs to take half the library home, forgetting about this handy little thing called the Internet.”
“I’m not eighty! And give me back my bag.” She lunges for it, but I swing it out of the way again. “I don’t need you to carry it for me like some knight in shining armor. Talk about old-school!”
I sigh, refusing to give the bag back. “You really don’t want me to be a good guy, do you?”
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t want you to make me feel weak and like I can’t handle myself,” she retorts, then points to her right. “That’s my dorm. Now hand it over.”
I glance at the orange bricks of Hilton Hall before eyeing her up.
My tone drops to a quiet hum. “You’re more than capable. I can instantly tell that about you. And accepting help doesn’t make you weak.” I hand back the bag while she blinks up at me, her bow-shaped lips parting.
For a second, I imagine kissing them, but that only makes my dick twitch, and I’m suddenly reminded of the stupid bet and how I’m out of action for the next month.
It’s probably a good thing this chick has been so prickly tonight. I can’t go pursuing anything with anyone right now.
Shoving my hands into my pockets, I take a step away from her and figure I’ll bring us back to where we were when we started. “Well, I would say it’s been nice meeting you, Shorty, but you’re rude and you wouldn’t throw me a parade for being your personal hero, so… as entertaining as this has been, I look forward to never seeing you again.” I wink, unable to hide my grin.
She fights a laugh, clamping her lips together and nodding. “The feeling’s mutual.”
Her playful blue gaze captures me, and I’m locked in place by it for one, two, three seconds before my brain reminds me that I cannot engage with this girl.
She’s off-limits. Every girl on campus is off-limits if I have any hope of surviving the next month.
