“Hey, Tuck.” She looks up at me with puppy-dog eyes and pouty lips. “So, Romeo said you like date parties.”
I will kill that motherfucker.
I cough to cover my laughter. “I don’t know about all that.”
I attempt to peel her fingers from my arm, but she holds on tighter.
Damn, can you say clinger?
“I was hoping you would come with me to the Valentine’s Day party next month.”
Is she asking me on a date? Romeo’s dead when I see him.
“Sorry, but that’s not my scene. It’s not you…”
“It’s me,” she finishes, even though I wouldn’t say that. “Okay, I get it.” Her smile quickly turns into a frown. “I thought we had a good time. Figured we could have some more fun.” She says the last part with a sparkle in her eye.
Girls always look at me this way, and every time they do, I want to run. It’s nothing personal. She’s gorgeous and built like a beauty queen. I’m unprepared for responsibility, so I avoid relationships like the plague.
Her eyes travel to the floor for a few seconds before she meets my gaze. “Maybe another time.”
Like never? No fucking way am I going to a date party at a sorority house.
I shrug. “Yeah, maybe.”
We both know it’s a lie.
She bites her bottom lip, nervous. “Right. Well, I guess I’ll see you around.”
I nod. “Sounds good. I got to go.”
Turning away from her, I glance at the classroom door, one minute away from being late. Sam stands in the entryway, clutching the door handle, glaring at me with pure hatred in her eyes. She drives me fucking wild when she looks at me this way.
It turns me on.
I like that she challenges me.
Giving me a stern look, Sam focuses her attention on the sorority girl, frowning in disapproval when her eyes find mine again. “You’re late, Tucker.”
In a tight red top that hugs her tits perfectly, Sam’s showing enough cleavage to make my dick grow hard. I have to think of something else, anything else. She looks good today, even better than last week. It’s like she’s turned up her hotness factor to drive me insane. One week, she’s the girl next door, and each time I see her, she looks better and better.
This girl does things to me I can’t explain. She’s hot without even trying. And I’m hoping she doesn’t notice how turned on I am.
“You know the rules. Professor Frazier doesn’t tolerate tardiness.” The word slips from her lips in a cruel and mocking tone.
Fuck me, I’m dead. I want to bend her over and spank her for talking to me this way. Is she doing this on purpose? Is the universe punishing me for whatever she thinks I did to her in the past?
Then, she does something I didn’t see coming and slams the door in my face. I tug the handle, giving it a few more pulls before I give up. She locks me out on the day we’re taking a quiz.
And I studied for once.
I wait on a bench outside the classroom until the double doors open. Students are chatting and laughing as they emerge from the room. I’m so irritated I don’t even wave to the people I know, more concerned about getting my grades in order than talking to anyone.
Once the last person shuffles up the long aisle and out the door, I stroll into the classroom and down the center aisle, where I find Sam behind her desk. Like last time, she has her head down and focused on whatever she’s writing in a notebook.
“Can I help you?” Sam’s voice is soft, but the anger is still present.
I bend down to meet her height. “I need to make up the quiz I missed.”
