Maisie:
I wasn’t stalking. It was for research.
Me:
oh yeah? what were you researching?
Maisie:
Whether your ego is as big as everyone says it is.
Me:
and…
Maisie:
Inconclusive. Too many shirtless pictures.
Me:
so, ur saying u were distracted?
Maisie:
Disgusted more like.
Me:
since ur clearly fascinated by me…
Maisie:
I’m not.
I can almost picture her rolling those bright blue eyes of hers.
I chuckle to myself, shaking my head. She’s so fucking stubborn.
Me:
and obvs in denial. how about I get a second chance to redeem myself and we set up a tutoring sesh?
I tap my foot against the floor, waiting for her reply. My fingers curl around the edge of my phone, anxiety prickling under my skin. What if she tells me to shove it? Honestly, wouldn’t blame her, but she’s the only thing standing between me and my dream.
I’m ripped out of my thoughts when my phone buzzes in my hands, and I glance down at the screen.
Maisie:
Wednesday. Four PM. Library. I’ll bring notes. You bring a functioning brain.
Me:
that’s asking a lot.
Maisie:
I’m aware.
