“That’s a lot of females in one house.” He pretends to shiver.
Pushing open the door, the first thing I notice is the silence. Nice. “It’s not bad.” Looking at our small kitchen, I silently wish I had something good to snack on, but I can’t bring myself to eat toast right now. “I’m home,” I say tiredly. “Time for bed. I’ve got an early class tomorrow.”
“All right. Nighty night, Quinn.”
“Night, Cooke. Have a good, er, workout?”
“Aye, lass. Thanks.”
And he was gone.
Chapter Seven
Taking a coffee break at the Hub the next day, I use the time to study my notes for Introduction to Biology. We aren’t supposed to have a quiz today, but it’s Friday, the day of the week that lots of people skip, so a lot of professors give pop quizzes to punish those who can’t get their butts out of bed. ButI’m a good student and woke up on time—mostly—and was out of the house and on my scooter in time for Ceramics 2. Yay!
Just as I’m about to write down some vocabulary, I hear his voice. “Hey, Quinn.”
I look up and blink. The sun is shining through the floor-to-ceiling windows in the Hub. “Oh, hi, Bryant.” I know I should ignore him, be angry with him for laughing when Kara… never mind. She’s a hag.
“How’re you feeling today?” He smirks.
“Fine. Why?”
“You were pretty wasted last night.”
“Um.” No, I was tipsy, as Cooke called it, but not wasted. “Right.”
I watch as Bryant sidles up close. “Mind if I sit?”
I nod to the chair across from me, but he chooses the one next to me. Not unusual, but still. I’m a bit leery. I’m not sure what to do, so I jot down a vocabulary word into my notes.
“What’re you doing?” he asks.
I want to say, “What does it look like?” but I decide to keep the snark in check. “Studying?” Why the heck did I say it like it was a question? I shrug. “Friday is pop quiz day.”
“Right.” He places his hands on the table and begins to tap nervously. “So.”
I sigh, set down my pencil, and look at him. “So.”
“I was curious about that guy you were talking to?”
“Yeah?” Why on earth for? I arch my brow.
Bryant chuckles and flips the front of his hair out of his eyes.
I used to think that little hair flip was cute. Now? Oh, who am I kidding? It’s still cute.
“My roommate is on the Iowa State rugby team.”
“We have one of those?”Who knew?
He laughs again. Patting my hand a tad too condescendingly, he says, “Of course. It’s a club team, so it’s not like our other big sports. They travel, though. Play teams from the other Big12 schools.”
“Huh. Who-da-thunk?”
“Is your friend famous?”
I shrug because I have no idea.
