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“Are you okay?” He pushes up his stylish black-rimmed glasses, his hand kind of patting my back.
“Yes, it’s just that I had no idea it was that late.” Looking around the massive hallway, I see people coming and going, but I feel guilty standing outside his office.
“Let’s go.” Jordan smiles. “I’ll even buy you a muffin. Have you had anything to eat?” And I almost start to choke as my mind instantly goes to Dean Powers saying he was busy eating pie.
“Jesus, are you all right?” Jordan leans over to look at my face, which of course is on fire.
“I’m fine. I’m just… disappointed in everything that is my life right now. It’s only day two, and I’ve been late twice, and now, I’m missing philosophy.” I shake my head as we walk.
“I mean, I worked my ass off to get into this school, and right now, I feel like I’m falling to pieces,” I mumble, not elaborating that it’s all Dean Powers’s fault.
Eliminate him, and no more issues. He warned you not to play with him… then went down on you.
“Oh God.” With a groan, I realize I said that out loud.
“Alex?” Jordan stops us at the doorway. “You need to relax, girl.” He grins as he opens the door for me, and I fight the eye roll at his slang. It doesn’t work for him, but considering he’s my only friend, I simply nod and walk into the sandwich shop.
“Coffee? Muffin? What’s ya poison?” He waggles his eyebrows at me. And all I can think of is thank God my brother is not here. Jude has limited patience for guys who try too hard to be cool.
“Coffee, black would be great, and you don’t have to buy it for me.” I swing my backpack off my shoulder and unzip it to search for my wallet.
“Nonsense, I insist. Why don’t you grab us a table.” He motions with his head. I hesitate because I can pay for myself, but given the look on Jordan’s face, I don’t have it in me to argue about a cup of coffee.
“Thank you.” I smile, as I weave around the cute wooden tables to a small one next to a large window. Sitting, I cross my legs, ignoring my still-wet panties and try to figure out my next move. I stare out the window at the beautiful day. Compared to Ohio, Southern California is like heaven on Earth, sunny, not too hot, no bugs…
“Here you go.” Jordan sets down a large cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin.
“Oh, Jordan. You did not have to get me a muffin.” I tilt my head up at him as he sits.
“Stop it. My dad is loaded.” He leans back, pushing his glasses up, and I can’t decide if I should be grossed out that he’s a braggart or if he’s just trying to impress me.
“Well, thank you.” I smile and take a sip of coffee, thankful the place is crowded and everyone is talking. Otherwise, this would be awkward.
“So. My notes.” He reaches down to pull out his laptop.
I sigh. “You know what? I think I’m going to drop engineering, so don’t worry about it.”
His eyes, which I’m just now noticing are brown, widen. “Why? You can’t. I mean, if you’re worried about being behind, I’ll help you.” He moves his coffee to the side so he can place his computer on the table.
“No, it’s just everything, you know? I mean, my car is broken, and it’s in the shop, and I seem unable to make it on time. Which is not making Dean Powers happy…” My cheeks flush because I’m trying to be casual, yet just saying his name makes my stomach flip, so I bring the coffee to my lips, barely even tasting it.
“Why didn’t you say something? I could have picked you up, and as far as Dean Powers goes, he believes he’s God around here, but my dad can make or break him.” He leans back as my eyes narrow on him.
“Wait, what?”
“Look.” He shrugs, opening his laptop. “I know everyone thinks he and his brother walk on water. All I’m saying is he still has to answer—”
“I’m sorry.” I sit up and put my coffee down. “His brother? I’m confused.”
Jordan looks up from the computer. “Jett Powers.” He pauses like I should know this name. “That’s his brother. You didn’t know that?” He smiles like this makes him happy.
“No. I mean, I’m from Ohio,” I say, fighting my need to grab my phone and google him.
“Anyway, you can’t drop the class. You’re my only friend in there, and it’s only day two. You need to give it a chance.”
I purse my lips. “The thing is, I hate having to get notes from you…” He holds up a finger at me as he dramatically hits a button.
“There, sent. Now you’re not behind.” He shuts his laptop.
