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The guy is a sleaze.
When he gets near, he wraps his arm around my shoulders. "Well, if it isn't my favorite girl."
I give him a small smile as I tear another bit of my muffin, throwing it in my mouth before asking, "Do you say that to all of our classmates?"
I know he does.
He chuckles. "Nah. Only the youngest."
I chuckle at his cringy pickup line as we get near the student hall. I change the awkward subject. "I can't believe we've completed our third year of grad school."
He hums and agrees as we start up the steps before gently stopping me from going inside. I look at him with a raised brow. He smiles at me, removing his arm from around me before running his hand through his dark blond hair. "Go out for a drink with me later."
I blink. Crap.
I've known for a while that he's had something for me, but not because he's wanted me for me. I never thought he'd ask me out, especially when he's been hooking up with three of our classmates, none of them knowing about the others. If I'm honest, I thought he'd wait until after the summer.
He tilts his head and prods, "It's just a drink. Come on, Violet, give a man a chance."
I swallow hard. It is only a drink, and I know Tats wouldn't care; we're casual, and he doesn't want more. Maybe this is what I need to get my feelings under control so I don't lose my friend, even if it means having a drink with this ass.
Maybe I could find someone else while we're out….
I nod, and he grins wide. "Awesome! Come on, then, let's go smash this test, babe, and we can go to Devil's Rose Bar. It's half-price night."
I blink as I try not to laugh. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and guides me into the hall before we go to our seats.
Does he think I'm that easy that a few cheap drinks will get him into my pants? Like I'd sleep with him when he can't even spend more than a few bucks on me?
The guy is a grade-A jerk and has another think coming if he thinks he's getting into my panties. Hopefully, I can find someone else while I'm there to help squash these feelings.
"Okay, pencils down," Mr. Beaker states a few hours later, and I wince.
I completed the test, but I wanted to go through the answers I've written just one more time to make sure I'm happy with what I've written, but Mr. Beaker doesn't give a crap because he's just taken my booklet.
Damn it.
I can feel my heart pounding like it's trying to get out of my chest. What if I failed? Oh God, I can't afford to repeat the year.
Feeling frazzled, I grab my bag, intending to call Tats, needing him to calm my nerves, when Lewis walks over to me. I give him a polite smile, hoping he's forgotten about the bar.
I ask, "How'd you do?"
He shrugs, replying, "Hopefully, alright. I tend to second guess myself."
I laugh. "Yeah, me too."
Shaking his head, he wraps his arm around my shoulder and says, "Come on, then, let's go get a drink."
I nod silently, cursing, needing Tats right now, but I walk out toward the parking lot with Lewis. I veer off to my pickup, but he gently grabs my arm. "My car’s this way, babe."
I give him a smile and state, "I'll meet you at the bar. I don't want to leave my pickup here."
His jaw visibly ticks, but he nods before letting go of my arm. "All right, I'll follow you."
I nod, ignoring his frustration, and head to where I parked. I'm not stupid, I know he hopes to bang me. There's a pool going to see which guy can screw the most girls in our class. Lewis would be ahead if I slept with him.
It's not going to happen, and not just because he's a sleaze, but because my head and heart are in agreement about wanting Tats.
