She freezes in her chair for a minute before answering me. “Ten-thirty. Why?”
I check my phone, looking at the time. It’s only about two hours from now, so I can get a whole lot of work done if I focus hard enough while I wait. “No reason.”
“You’re not waiting for me, are you? I’ve told you many times, Carson. You don’t have to do that.”
“But I’m offering,” I assure her. “Besides, it’s dark out and you shouldn’t have to walk home alone.”
Her face softens and she doesn’t say another word before grabbing her bag and walking out the door. The guy waiting there eyes me like the newest edition of a book before turning around and following behind Diana, pushing the cart of books with him.
I stay for as long as required before packing up my things and moving over to an empty table out in the open.
Looking back at the textbook equations, I groan internally.
At least I’m trying, D.
11
I Don’t Know This Feeling
Diana
“I thought we hated him,” Roman says as we walk away from the study room I spent my entire break in.
“Well, things have changed,” I announce as I grab the first two books on top of Roman’s cart and shove them onto the shelves. I didn’t even look at the author’s name or the genre. Athena—the goddess of wisdom—would be outraged.
“It’s been two weeks—surely your mind didn’t change like that.” He snaps his fingers.
“Again,” I reiterate, turning to face my friend. “Things have changed.”
He snorts. “They sure changed real fast, especially for you. A girl set in your ways.”
Roman’s right about one thing: I am pretty set on my ways. For me, if I feel something about it, then that’s it. Not much can change my opinion and I’d do anything to defend it.
“He’s just helping me with a class, that’s all,” I tell him as I grab books and place them neatly on the shelves. “After I pass, I can go back to ignoring him most of the time.”
“Or, maybe you like spending time with the guy.”
I shake my head vehemently. “Not possible. I just want to get this over with.” Passing my math class is currently my main priority. All of my other classes this semester pertain to my classics major.
Would it be crazy to say that I don’t mind the sessions Carson and I have been doing? Carson’s a lot smarter than I had pegged him to be. I know it’s rude for me to assume anything about his intellect but the guy doesn’t participate in class.
Plus, he tutors at a pace I’m comfortable with. He ensures I understand what we’ve just reviewed before moving on to the next chapter. That says a lot in comparison to ouractualprofessor, who makes me question how he still holds a position at this school.
So, yeah. Roman might just be right about me liking how goofy Carson can get sometimes. I’d go as far as to claim that it’s almost…adorable.
But I digress.
“If it helps,” Roman continues. “The feeling is mutual.”
I turn to face him, brushing my curtain bangs away from my face. “What?”
“Carl.”
“Carson.”
He dismisses it with a wave of his hand. “Whatever his name is. Pie guy. That fucker is such a flirt.”
I chuckle. “He doesn’t flirt and not with me.”
