“She is.”
‘Shit, she looks like you’d break her if you so much as hugged her.”
He’s not wrong, but I have a feeling she’s made of tougher stuff than the ball of fluff she reminds me of.
“I think Dylan’s girlfriend has an open room at her house. I’ll text him.”
“Cool.” I take my notebook out of my bag and start to pay attention. Lots of people are working on laptops, but I’m old school. I like my math notes on good old fashioned paper.
Professor Marks clears his throat and looks right at us. “If you want to fail, keep talking. I don’t put up with disruptions in my class.”
We weren’t the only ones talking, but he singled us out. Only proves that he has it out for athletes.
The next hour goes by slowly. The professor has this monotone voice that has most of the people in class nodding off. I’ve seen more than one head fall forward only to jerk awake suddenly. Marks either doesn’t care or secretly wishes that we all fail his class so he can torture us again next semester.
Collin hands me a sheet of paper with a name and number on it. He would never give out my personal cell number no matter how well he knows the girl. Last time a one night stand got into my phone, it didn’t end well. I blocked her, but she just kept calling from different numbers. I had to change my phone number and since then I always make sure my phone is locked.
As soon as class ends, I all but run to catch Daisy before she leaves. “Hey, hang on a sec.”
She glances at me and frowns. “I have to get to my next class.”
“Do you know where it is?”
She waves her phone at me and I see the campus map pulled up. “I’ll find it.”
“Uh huh.”
“Did you need something?”
“Here.” I hand her the sheet of paper. “A friend’s girlfriend has a room she’s renting. I don’t know how much, but I figured you could check it out. My way of saying thanks for earlier.”
She shrugs my thanks off but takes the paper. “I’ll call her. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, Red. Which class you going to?”
“English lit.”
Not my thing. I don’t even know what building it’d be taught in.
“See you,” she says and starts walking away.
Another new experience. Girls don’t walk away from me.
Case in point. A pack of them is behind me. I can hear them whispering and giggling.
“Hutch man, you ready?” Collin slaps me on the back, a twinkle in his eye.
“Yeah.”
“So, this girl…”
“Daisy.”
“Daisy.” He nods as we walk out of the class. “She doesn’t look star struck.”
“She’s not, but then she’s a transfer student so she might not know who I am.”
“Your photo is up all over campus. She’ll figure it out soon enough.”
