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“Of course.” I take a sip, then say, “What are friends for?”
He stops rubbing his pants and frowns.
“Yeah, well anyway, we should probably head over to class,” he says. “I think Dean Powers is back, and the last thing I need is him up my ass today about being late. Shit, are you okay?”
He reaches forward to help while I choke on my coffee, my heart pounding at the mention of Dean Powers’s name.
It’s been five days. Five days, of me having a gamut of emotions, from anger to anxiety to excitement to anger…
I hold up my hand before he can slap my back and wheeze out, “I’m okay.” As I take a breath, my eyes water. All of a sudden, I just don’t feel good because I’ve secretly been telling myself he’s too busy to call or even text as he’s in London.
“How do you know he’s back?” I say, trying to sound nonchalant as I wipe under my eyes.
“I saw him yesterday afternoon.” He leans down for his backpack. “He was actually with your sister.” And I start to cough again.
“What?” I hiss, reaching for the coffee.
“I know.” He shakes his head, shoving his laptop in. “I can’t believe Professor Carter is your sister. She’s hot…” He looks over at me as I sit with the coffee cup poised at my lips, absorbing this information.
He’s back.
And he was with my sister… I’m either going to puke or do something violent.
“I mean, she’s nowhere as hot as you. There’s no comparison—”
“Jordan,” I snap, setting the coffee down. “Tell me exactly what you saw.”
“Wait, what?” He looks at me like I have something on my face, and I might, but if he doesn’t start talking, I won’t be responsible for my actions.
“My sister and Dean Powers? Were they close or touching? I mean, isn’t that against the rules?” I grumble as we both stand.
“Um, they were walking. That’s it.” He swings his backpack on his shoulder, waiting for me to do the same. “They’re together, right? Or they were? He’s getting vetted, you know. I overheard my dad talking about it.”
I grab his arm. “What? Like people are digging stuff up on him, like, watching him?” My voice cracks.
Holy shit.
“Well, yeah, it’s the process they do. They have to make sure he’s not a mass murderer or on drugs…” He opens the café door for me. “Or sleeping with students, you know, something that could put a stain on the university.” He looks at me as I pass like this is just so simple, and I should be completely aware of this.
“So he’s cleared? Like the vetting process is over?” I ask, trying to sound normal even though my heart pounds.
“Yeah, I guess. Dean Powers is an arrogant dick, but he’s not suicidal or stupid. He wants the deanship at California Universitybad.I can’t imagine he would allow anything to stop it from happening. I need to get on his team. I’ll have my dad take care of this.” He says all this like it’s just that easy.
I feel like I’m in some weird dream, like I’m walking and nodding, but all I hear issleeping with studentsover and over.
“Course, in my opinion, the right choice would be Dean Jenners, but it’s not up to me.” Jordan moves closer as we walk down the hall with the masses, heading to his class.
“Why? You just said he’s a genius.”
He shrugs. “I don’t know. Dean Powers is just… Look how he is in the classroom. He always has his favorites and gets to travel around the world. Everyone kisses his ass because they believe he’s the ‘only one’ who can actually change the world’s energy future by getting off the grid.” Jordan does air quotes on the only one part.
We stop at the classroom door. I can’t move, can barely breathe. He’s in there.I can feel him.
Jesus, Jordan’s right. Brett is all those things. He’s also exciting, addicting, and can fuck like a…Oh God, what if he really is with my sister? I tried to ask her; well, as much as I could with her ignoring me. Ever since our dad put his foot down and she’s had to accept that I’m staying, she’s maybe said ten words to me, and none of them were nice. Two days ago, when my conscience was eating away at me, I asked her how long she and Brett had been dating. She looked at me like I was crazy. Like I was so unworthy she could barely respond but to sneer out, “Why? It’s none of your business.” Then she slammed her door loudly.
Not gonna lie, I felt a lot less guilty. Everything that happened with Brett was out of my control. A nuclear bomb could have gone off, and I couldn’t have stopped.
“So are they together?” Right now, I want to shake Jordan.
