"Stop grinning," she snaps.
I'm grinning? Didn't even realize it.
She narrows her eyes as she fumbles for her clothes. My T-shirt hangs to her knees, emphasizing just how small she is.
"Don't you dare tell anyone about this," she orders.
"Why not? It'll only boost your street cred."
"I don't want to be another one of your puck bunnies, and I don't want people thinking I am, understood?"
Her use of the term makes me grin harder. I like that she's picking up the hockey lingo. Maybe one of these days, I'll even convince her to come to a game. I have a feeling Hannah would be a great heckler, which is always an advantage at home games.
Though knowing her, she'd probably heckle us and give the other team the advantage.
"Well, if you really don't want anyone to think that, then I suggest you get dressed fast." I cock a brow. "Unless you want my teammates to witness your walk of shame. Which they will, because we have practice in thirty minutes."
Panic lights her eyes. "Crap."
I have to say, this is the first time a girl's been worried about getting caught in my bedroom. Normally they strut out like they've just bagged Brad Pitt.
Hannah takes a breath. "We studied. We watched TV. I went home late. That's what happened. Got it?"
I fight back laughter. "As you wish."
"Did you really just Princess Bride me?"
"Did you really just use Princess Bride as a verb?"
She glowers at me, then points a finger in my direction. "I expect you to be dressed and ready to go when I get out of that bathroom. You're driving me home before your roommates wake up."
A chuckle of amusement slips out as she marches into the washroom and slams the door.
*
Hannah
I'M FUNCTIONING ON four hours of sleep. Kill me now. On the bright side, nobody saw Garrett drop me off at the dorms earlier, so at least my honor is still intact.
My morning classes drag on forever. I have a theory class followed by a music history seminar-both require me to actually pay attention, which is hard to do when I can barely keep my eyes open. I've already chugged three coffees today, but instead of giving me an energy boost, the caffeine just drained the meager energy I had to begin with.
I grab a late lunch in one of the campus dining halls, choosing a corner table in the back and sending out leave me alone vibes because I'm too damn tired to make conversation with anyone. The food succeeds in waking me up a little, and I'm early when I walk through the huge oak doors of the philosophy building.
I near the Ethics lecture hall and stop in my tracks. None other than Justin is loitering in the wide corridor, his dark eyebrows knitted as he texts on his phone.
Even though I showered and changed at the dorm, I still feel like a total slob. My outfit consists of yoga pants, a green hoodie, and red rain boots. The weather forecast called for rain that didn't come, so now I feel like an idiot for my choice of footwear.
Justin, on the other hand, is sheer perfection. Dark jeans hug his long, muscular legs and his black sweater stretches across his broad shoulders in a delicious way that makes me shiver.
My heart beats faster the closer I get. I'm trying to decide if I should say hello or just nod in greeting, but he solves that dilemma by speaking first.
"Hey." His mouth curves in a half smile. "Nice boots."
I sigh. "It was supposed to rain."
"That wasn't sarcasm. I'm totally digging the boots. They remind me of home." He notices my quizzical look and quickly elaborates. "I'm from Seattle."
"Oh. Is that where you transferred from?"
"Yep. And trust me, if it's not raining there, then something's wrong. Rain boots are a necessity for survival when you live in Seattle." He tucks his phone in his pocket, his voice taking on a casual note. "So what happened to you on Wednesday?"
I furrow my brow. "What do you mean?"
"The Sigma party. I looked for you when I was done playing pool, but you were already gone."
Oh my God. He was looking for me?
"Yeah, I left early," I answer, hoping I sound equally casual. "I had a nine o'clock class the next morning."
Justin slants his head. "I heard you left with Garrett Graham."
That catches me off guard. I hadn't thought anyone saw Garrett and me leave together, but clearly I was wrong. And apparently word travels faster than the speed of light at Briar.
"He gave me a ride home," I reply with a shrug.
"Oh. I didn't know you guys were friends."
I smile impishly. "There's a lot you don't know about me."
Holy shit. I'm flirting with him.
He smiles too, and the sexiest dimple I've ever seen appears in his chin. "I guess you're right." He pauses meaningfully. "Maybe we ought to change that."
Holy shit. He's flirting back.
And as much as I hate to admit it, I'm starting to think Garrett's hard-to-get theory actually holds water. Justin seems curiously fixated on the fact that I left the party with Garrett.
"So … " His eyes twinkle playfully. "What are you doing after cla-"
"Wellsy!"
I swallow a groan at the cheerful interruption from-who else-Garrett. A slight frown touches Justin's lips as Garrett strides up to us, but then he smiles and nods at the unwelcome intruder.
Garrett holds two foam cups in his hands, and he thrusts one at me with a grin. "Got you a coffee. I figured you might need it."
I don't miss the strange look Justin shoots in our direction, or the flicker of displeasure in his eyes, but I gratefully accept the cup and pop the lid, blowing on the hot liquid before taking a tiny sip. "You're a lifesaver," I breathe.
Garrett nods at Justin. "Kohl," he says in greeting.
The two of them exchange a manly hand slap type of thing, not a shake, but not quite a fist bump either.
"Graham," Justin says. "I heard you handed St. Anthony's asses to them this weekend. Nice win."
"Thanks." Garrett chuckles. "I heard you got your ass handed to you against Brown. Bummer."
"There goes our perfect season, huh?" Justin says ruefully.
Garrett shrugs. "You guys'll bounce back. Maxwell's arm is ridiculous."
"Tell me about it."
Since I rate sports talk on the same level of boring as politics and gardening, I take a step toward the door. "I'm heading in. Thanks for the coffee, Garrett."
My pulse continues to race as I enter the lecture hall. It's funny, but my life suddenly seems to be moving at lightning speed. Before the Sigma party, the most contact I had with Justin was one measly nod from ten feet away-and that was over a two-month span. Now, in less than a week, we've had two conversations, and either I was imagining it, or he was about to ask me out before Garrett interrupted.
I slide into my usual seat next to Nell, who greets me with a smile. "Hey," she says.
"Hey." I unzip my bag and grab a notebook and pen. "How was your weekend?"
"Brutal. I had a huge chem test this morning, and I pulled an all-nighter to study for it."
"How'd you do?"
"Oh, I definitely aced it." She smiles happily, but the joy fades fast. "Now I just need to do better on this makeup on Friday, and all will be right in the world again."
"You got my email, right?" I had sent Nell a copy of my midterm earlier in the week, but she hadn't emailed back.
"I did. Sorry I didn't respond, but I was focused on chem. I'm planning on reading through your answers tonight."
A shadow falls over us, and the next thing I know, Garrett slides into the seat beside me. "Wellsy, you got an extra pen?"
Nell's eyebrows nearly hit the ceiling, and then she stares at me like I've sprouted a goatee in the past three seconds. I don't blame her. We've been seat buddies since school started, and not once have I even looked in Garrett Graham's direction, let alone talked to him.
Nell isn't the only one who's fascinated by this new seating arrangement. When I look across the aisle, I find Justin watching us with an indecipherable expression on his face.
"Wellsy? Pen?"
I shift my gaze back to Garrett. "You came to class unprepared? Shocker." I reach into my bag again and rummage around for a pen, then slap it into his hand.
"Thanks." He offers that cocky grin of his before opening his notebook to a fresh page. Then he leans forward and peeks over at Nell. "I'm Garrett."
She gapes at the hand he's sticking out at her before reaching over to shake it. "Nell," she says. "Nice to meet you."
Tolbert arrives just then, and as Garrett turns his attention to the podium, Nell shoots me another WTF look. I bring my lips close to her ear and murmur, "We're kinda friends now."
"I heard that," Garrett pipes up. "And there's no ‘kinda' about it. We're best friends, Nelly. Don't let Wellsy tell you otherwise."
Nell giggles softly.
I just sigh.
OUR LECTURE TODAY focuses on some seriously heavy issues. Mainly, the conflict between an individual's conscience versus responsibility to society. Tolbert uses the Nazis as our example.