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All the comradery that was there is now gone once again, leaving that tense silence between us. I climb the stairs with Sebastian’s heavy footsteps echoing behind me as we climb to our floor.
Pulling the key out of my bag, I slide it into the lock but don’t make a move to turn it as I weigh my options.
“Sebastian?”
“Yes?”
“After our class, I have a music studio booked. Room 305.”
He doesn’t miss a beat. “Okay, I’ll be there.”
CHAPTERFOURTEEN
SEBASTIAN
By the time I slip into the classroom, the lecture is already under way. I slide into the last row, my default spot, without anybody noticing, my eyes immediately finding the back of the blonde head.
She’s here.
I’m not sure why I doubted it. She told me she’d be here. In fact, she told me where to find her after class so she could play for me.
And yet, a part of me thought it was all just a dream.
The guy sitting next to her leans in and whispers something in her ear. She slaps him playfully on the chest, but even all the way up from here, I can see her shoulders shake with suppressed laughter.
My eyes narrow at the two of them, a sliver of unease growing inside of me as I try to remember why the guy looks so familiar.
Once again, he moves into her space so close that his lips brush against the shell of her ear, his arm thrown over the back of her chair for support.
And then it clicks.
It’s the same guy she was with at the bar the other night.
The one who has a crush on her.
Of course, it’s him.
My teeth grit as Birdy turns to him, a smile curling her lips, and I can feel my gut twist.
Waiting for class to finish is torture. Partly because I’m anxious to get to work, but also so I don’t have to watch this dude drool all over Birdy when she’s completely oblivious to his feelings.
My leg bounces under the desk the whole class, and I could barely remember a word my professor said in over an hour. By the time he calls it a wrap, I’m already jumping out of my seat and beelining for Penelope’s desk.
People are leaving in a hurry, but when I get to the front of the classroom, Penelope is still sitting in her spot and slowly putting her things away.
“You ready, Birdy?”
If she’s surprised to find me here, she doesn’t show it. “Just about.”
The guy looks at me, but I keep my head tilted just enough so the rim of my ball cap is throwing my face in shadow.
“Birdy?” he asks, curiosity mixing with something else, something that sounds a lot like jealousy. “What’s with that?”
“It’s his way of torturing me.” Penelope rolls her eyes, turning toward him. “Do not encourage him.”
The corner of my mouth tilts. “It’s growing on you. Admit it.”
“Only in your dreams,” she throws right back.
