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Nox chuckles, knowing just as I do there’s more to the story. “You came in your pants, but what happened to your shirt?”
Z’s jaw clenches. “That’s not your business. Drop it,” he demands, snarling, advancing on Nox.
“Fuck. Z’s got himself a squirter.” I chuckle as I figure out what happened.
Z’s face turns thunderous, and the next thing I know he’s on top of me. How the hell did he get me to the ground so easily? He grabs my collar. “If you ever disrespect Viv like that again, I’ll break your fucking nose.”
“Is that a nickname or her whole name?” I find myself asking.
Z frowns at my non-reaction to being tackled. He shouldn’t be surprised. I play hockey. I’m used to it at this point. “No. It’s just Viv, and don’t talk about her like that.”He lost the steam in his anger as he lets go of my collar.
I nod in agreement with a relieved smile on my face. He’s rightanyway. I would be pissed if any of the guys said something vulgar like that about Viviana. “It won’t happen again. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t talk about your girl like that.”
Z’s shoulders relax and he gets to his feet, scratching the back of his neck. “I shouldn’t have attacked you like that,” he says in place of an apology.
I shake my head. “I would react the same way if it was my girl.”
Nox and Z stare at me. “I think you might have given him a concussion,” Nox says, looking to Z.
I roll my eyes. “Yeah, yeah. You’re so funny. If you must know, I’ve got my eye on someone special. I’d definitely hit someone for her.”
Nox nods nonchalantly. “Yeah, who?”
I purse my lips at him and narrow my eyes at him. “Not telling you. You’ll hack into her school files and I’m not going to invade her privacy like that. Besides, nothing may end up happening. She’s got another guy interested too.”
Nox’s jaw clenches. “Fine, but if you get involved, I will be looking into her.”
I shrug. “Agreed.” I turn away from them and head upstairs to my room.
After classes, I sit in my seat in the library, waiting for her to show up. I may have shown up a bit early, but only, like, twenty minutes. She walks through the door, unaware all my attention is on her. She stops behind her chair as her eyes fall to the table. Her beautiful hazel eyes rise to mine. “What’s this?” she asks, gesturing to the candy bar I left there for her.
I shrug. “They were buy one, get one free at the store and I only wanted one. Figured you might like one,” I lie through my teeth.
I specifically picked the raspberry filled chocolate bar because I thought she might like it. I don’t want to come on too strong. I kind of freaked her out on Monday afternoon and I want to ease her into the idea of being with me. She smiles as she sits down in her chair. “Thanks.” She picks it up and puts it into the front pocket of her book bag with careful hands.
“You brought your biology syllabus, right?” she asks, setting her notebook on the table.
I pull it out of the folder already in front of me, and she gives me another smile. God, she’s fucking beautiful. It takes me a moment to realize she’s looking at me expectantly. “Huh?” I ask, blinking against her beauty.
She starts tapping her pen against the corner of her lips again and I watch them move while she talks. “Where do you have the most trouble in bio?”
I clear my throat, looking down at the table because she’s too much of a distraction when I’m trying to think. “I have a lot of trouble with remembering the parts of cells and how they work. I just don’t understand it.”
She makes this sexy as fuck humming noise that I wonder if she makes in bed. “How do you learn? Written, visually, or doing?”
I shrug. “I mean, as an English major, I should say written, since I have no trouble with that in English classes, but I have a hard time understanding what I’m reading in science and math,” I explain unhelpfully.
She presses her palms to the table. “Okay. I can work with that.”
For the next twenty minutes we make flashcards for my math equations. We go through them a few times and I actually start to get most of them right.
“Sloane,” a vaguely familiar voice calls my name.
I look up and curse. My hands fist on the table. She stops right next to me, sending a glare Viviana’s way. “What do you want, Cynthia?” I ask with a bored expression, even though I’m remembering her touching me without my permission.
“It’s Carol,” she corrects, and Viviana snorts at that.
“Whatever. What do you want?” I ask.
