“Why is the female pelvis so confusing?” Heather moans.
She flips the anatomy atlas upside down as if that might clarify things.
“I know, it’s confusing,” I agree. Although truthfully, I’m notthatconfused. I’ve always learned things quickly. But it seems to comfort Heather when I agree with her about the difficulty of the material.
She yawns. “Oh God, I amsotired right now.”
I expect her to reach for her coffee and take another sip (she’s an addict like I am), but instead, she does something unexpected. She drops her head onto my shoulder and shuts her eyes.
I freeze, scared to move because I don’t want her to pull away, and Ireallydon’t want her to realize how much this is turning me on.Don’t look down, for crap’s sake!She’s got to hear my heart pounding in my chest. The people at the next table can probably hear it.
Then Heather lifts her head and yawns again. “Maybe I need to take a break. I’m going to walk around a little.”
“Sure,” I reply, too quickly. “Do you want to grab some more coffee?”
She shakes her head.
“Actually,” she says. “I was thinking I’d give Landon a call. Is that okay?”
Landon.The asshole boyfriend. I hate that guy.
“Go for it,” I say, forcing a smile. “Tell Landon hi,” I add, then I hate myself.
My hands clench into fists as I watch Heather fiddling with her phone as she leaves the library. I need to stop thinking aboutHeather. For one, she’s got a boyfriend. Also, I’ve got enough on my plate.
“Quit staring at Heather, you perv.”
The voice above my head nearly makes me jump out of my skin until Mason slides into the seat next to mine, a knowing grin spreading across his face. Mason can be annoying, but it’s hard not to like the guy. He’s entertaining, and he’s incredibly funny, especially if you’re not someone who’s easily offended. Before classes revved up and I got my job, we shot pool together a few times at a local bar and had a great time, but now, we’re both far too busy. I’ve got to admire all the hours he puts into his schoolwork—he sleeps as little as I do, even though he’s not working a job on the side.
“Hey, Hulk,” Mason says, that grin still plastered on his face. He’s been calling me Hulk, after the Incredible Hulk from the comic books. I admit it’s not an entirely unfair comparison. “So what’s going on with you two?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lie.
“Bullshit,” Mason says.
I shrug innocently.
“Yeah, okay.” His grin twists into a smirk. “I can see why you don’t like her. I mean, she’s only a five. Maybe a six at best.”
Asshole.
“Just ’fess up,” he says. “Maybe I can help you.”
I look at Mason with some interest. I’ve noticed the way the pretty girls in our class drool over him. Maybe he actually could give me some decent advice.
“Okay, fine,” I say. “I’m interested in her.”
“No kidding.”
I fold my arms across my chest. “So what do I do? How do I get her?”
“First off,” Mason says, “you need to grow a pair, Abe. Seriously, man. Have some confidence—Heather isn’t that great. She’s just Heather. She’s not out of your league or anything.”
That’s debatable.
“What about the boyfriend, though?” I say.
Mason laughs. “Boyfriend? Come on—that won’t last. Give it two more weeks.”
