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go."
"Better eat breakfast. I'd hate to see you empty out the cafeteria."
I grabbed one of my pillows and chucked it at her. "Funny."
"You're never going to live that down. I hope you realize that."
"Just wait until you do something crazy."
She snickered. "I don't do crazy. Well, not like that. I'm more likely to get drunk and dance in someone's yard, singing old 90s songs. In my bikini."
"Nice. See you later."
"We'll go shopping tonight."
"For what?" I asked.
Sasha rolled her eyes. "For a better bag. Just try not to ruin your reputation today with that ugly thing."
"Won't dating Carter make up for that?"
"Let's hope. I have a reputation to manage, also. Can't be roomie of a geek."
I threw my other pillow at her and went downstairs. The TV blared from the living room, but I had the kitchen to myself. I dug my frozen waffles out of the freezer and ate them quickly. I was surprised I had any appetite left over after all I'd eaten the night before. After pigging out on sandwiches, I'd eaten two main dishes at the Jag.
Carter had been amused by my appetite—not knowing about how much I'd eaten earlier—and luckily hadn't been put off by it. The sparkle in his eyes actually made me think he enjoyed seeing me scarf down so much. Most girls probably tried to impress him by barely eating, but I'd been so ravenous I'd had no other choice except to give in to my appetite.
I'd had such a great time dancing with him, but the entire time I felt pulled outside. In fact, I'd glanced out the window so many times, he insisted we just dance in front of it. For some reason, the moon was so gorgeous I couldn't stop staring.
But now it was the first day, and if I didn't hurry, I'd find myself late for my first class. I hopped in my Jaguar and drove as fast as I dared until I reached the parking lot nearest my class.
Once I found the room, it was nearly full. I recognized most of the faces from the orientation.
Grace waved me over to where she sat on the far side of the room, halfway back. She patted the desk next to her. "I saved it for you."
I sat down. "Thanks."
"I can't believe you were almost late on the first day."
"Life happens." I pulled my laptop out of my backpack.
Professor Foley entered the room, chatting and laughing with a couple guys wearing school football uniforms. He set his things on the front desk and arranged them.
Grace rattled on about a band, but I couldn't stop watching the teacher. He was so gorgeous, as evidenced by the three pretty students who had jumped up and now surrounded him, chatting and obviously flirting.
Something deep within me awoke with fury. I had to literally force myself to stay in my seat, gripping the sides so tightly that my knuckles turned white. I wanted to tear those girls to pieces.
"You okay?" Grace asked.
I gritted my teeth. "Fine."
"That vein in your forehead is going to explode if you're not careful."
Not that I cared. Those twits were practically all over him. If it would have been socially acceptable for them to actually crawl on top of him, I was sure they would have.
I sniffed the air. I could actually smell their lust and desire.
Okay, I was losing it. I shook my head. How could I smell their emotions? I had to get control of myself. Who cared if they were flirting with Professor Foley? Why should I, when I had Carter to focus on?
I turned back to Grace. Now she was talking about a virtual game her mom didn't like. I tried to focus on what she was saying, but Toby's aftershave wafted over to me.
Wait.
Toby?
I didn't know Professor Foley's first name. I hadn't even seen it anywhere.
Or had I? I found the online course syllabus.
Introduction to Statistics
Professor T. Foley
My breath caught. His name actually did start with a T.
Maybe I remembered reading that and just gave him the name in my mind.
That had to be it. There was no other explanation. Not that smelling his aftershave or the desire of those girls all the way from my seat made any sense,
"Better eat breakfast. I'd hate to see you empty out the cafeteria."
I grabbed one of my pillows and chucked it at her. "Funny."
"You're never going to live that down. I hope you realize that."
"Just wait until you do something crazy."
She snickered. "I don't do crazy. Well, not like that. I'm more likely to get drunk and dance in someone's yard, singing old 90s songs. In my bikini."
"Nice. See you later."
"We'll go shopping tonight."
"For what?" I asked.
Sasha rolled her eyes. "For a better bag. Just try not to ruin your reputation today with that ugly thing."
"Won't dating Carter make up for that?"
"Let's hope. I have a reputation to manage, also. Can't be roomie of a geek."
I threw my other pillow at her and went downstairs. The TV blared from the living room, but I had the kitchen to myself. I dug my frozen waffles out of the freezer and ate them quickly. I was surprised I had any appetite left over after all I'd eaten the night before. After pigging out on sandwiches, I'd eaten two main dishes at the Jag.
Carter had been amused by my appetite—not knowing about how much I'd eaten earlier—and luckily hadn't been put off by it. The sparkle in his eyes actually made me think he enjoyed seeing me scarf down so much. Most girls probably tried to impress him by barely eating, but I'd been so ravenous I'd had no other choice except to give in to my appetite.
I'd had such a great time dancing with him, but the entire time I felt pulled outside. In fact, I'd glanced out the window so many times, he insisted we just dance in front of it. For some reason, the moon was so gorgeous I couldn't stop staring.
But now it was the first day, and if I didn't hurry, I'd find myself late for my first class. I hopped in my Jaguar and drove as fast as I dared until I reached the parking lot nearest my class.
Once I found the room, it was nearly full. I recognized most of the faces from the orientation.
Grace waved me over to where she sat on the far side of the room, halfway back. She patted the desk next to her. "I saved it for you."
I sat down. "Thanks."
"I can't believe you were almost late on the first day."
"Life happens." I pulled my laptop out of my backpack.
Professor Foley entered the room, chatting and laughing with a couple guys wearing school football uniforms. He set his things on the front desk and arranged them.
Grace rattled on about a band, but I couldn't stop watching the teacher. He was so gorgeous, as evidenced by the three pretty students who had jumped up and now surrounded him, chatting and obviously flirting.
Something deep within me awoke with fury. I had to literally force myself to stay in my seat, gripping the sides so tightly that my knuckles turned white. I wanted to tear those girls to pieces.
"You okay?" Grace asked.
I gritted my teeth. "Fine."
"That vein in your forehead is going to explode if you're not careful."
Not that I cared. Those twits were practically all over him. If it would have been socially acceptable for them to actually crawl on top of him, I was sure they would have.
I sniffed the air. I could actually smell their lust and desire.
Okay, I was losing it. I shook my head. How could I smell their emotions? I had to get control of myself. Who cared if they were flirting with Professor Foley? Why should I, when I had Carter to focus on?
I turned back to Grace. Now she was talking about a virtual game her mom didn't like. I tried to focus on what she was saying, but Toby's aftershave wafted over to me.
Wait.
Toby?
I didn't know Professor Foley's first name. I hadn't even seen it anywhere.
Or had I? I found the online course syllabus.
Introduction to Statistics
Professor T. Foley
My breath caught. His name actually did start with a T.
Maybe I remembered reading that and just gave him the name in my mind.
That had to be it. There was no other explanation. Not that smelling his aftershave or the desire of those girls all the way from my seat made any sense,
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