Reagan sighed this time. “I’m fat. I'm pretty sure that's what keeps them from asking me out.”
Luna frowned. “You're really pretty. You shouldn't put yourself down like that.”
“You're right, and Grant hates it when I talk negatively about myself. I take after our mom. She was always curvy and thick. I don't think she ever had a thin phase. I was a stick in elementary school, but there was no stopping the change once I hit puberty.”
“I’d kill for tits like yours. I’m a stick.” Luna stuck her tongue out, and Reagan did the same. “I wish I could gain weight. All the athletics I do, and I'm muscular, but I have a flat chest and no hips. I hate it.”
“See, you shouldn't put yourself down, either.”
“You've got a good point.” Luna flipped her book closed. “You wanna grab some pizza? I’m sick of homework.”
“I really do.”
It was Reagan’s good luck that had them going to the same place where Hudson happened to be. He was with another professor that Reagan thought she’d seen in the language arts hall before. She tried her best to be invisible, but she couldn't exactly hide behind her tall, thin friend.
“Ugh, my lit comp prof is here.” She tried to sound like a teenager sick of seeing her teachers everywhere she went, but she didn't think she pulled that off at all.
“I know what you mean. I run into my soccer coach all the time, and sometimes I just want to leave this town and not run into the same fifty people nonstop. It's the perils of college town living, I guess.”
“I’ll live, as long as we sit on the opposite side of the restaurant from him.”
Reagan could already feel his stare burning holes through the back of her tank top. She kept her gaze forward as they moved through the line and placed their orders. She refused to look in the direction of his table until they'd made it safely around the corner to sit in a booth on the far side of the restaurant.
Luna pulled her phone out of her purse as it chirped. “Oh, that’s Davis.” She sighed. “Do you mind if I invite him?”
“No, it's fine.” The more people with her, the less likely she was to do something stupid like go over to Hudson and dump her drink on his head. She was so tempted to fake a trip and drop her hot pizza in his lap. Then he couldn't just go around fucking girls and kicking them out.
“Is he really that bad of a professor?”
“Huh?” Reagan's head came around to face Luna.
“You're staring daggers at that wall. What the hell?”
“Oh, I didn't realize I was. No, I was just thinking of this professor I ran into in the hallway the other day. He was really kind of a jerk about it.”
“I hate the ones that act all superior.”
“Yeah.”
When their food was ready Luna insisted on getting it. Reagan saw Hudson rounding the corner to pass her table on the way to the bathrooms, and she completely panicked. Was he going to pull her in there with him? Would he yell at her for being a wanton slut? Would he fuck her again? She had to shift her legs as that thought flooded her mind, and she scoffed at herself for being such an idiot.
He was coming closer. She was going to be trapped. Luna wasn't coming, and Reagan was relatively alone. They'd picked the less busy side of the place since it was away from Hudson, and now she was regretting it. She didn't know what to do, but suddenly he was in the same aisle as her booth and she stood abruptly, thinking she would run to the ladies room and lock herself in.
At the same time as Hudson drew nearer to her, less than five feet away from her table, the side door whooshed open and Davis breezed in. He grabbed Reagan up in a bear hug and kissed the side of her head.
“Hey, Reagan. How’s it going?”
“Davis!” She was relieved and disappointed at the same instant. All of the air left her body and she sagged back into her seat in the booth. Davis sat next to her, scooting so that their thighs were touching. Reagan knew it meant nothing to Davis, but she also knew that it didn't look that innocent to any bystanders, including Hudson.
“I’m great. Got most of my homework done. Missed you since you were busy.”
He slung his arm casually over her shoulder and ruffled her hair before settling close and resting his arm along the back of the booth. Reagan knew that it looked like he was holding her close from the side of the table Hudson was standing on. He’d frozen in his spot, staring with a nasty look on his face. His brows were drawn together and his mouth turned down in disgust. He moved on toward the bathroom after a few seconds, and Reagan breathed a sigh of relief.
“I was doing an art project for class.”
Reagan's brows went up. “You, doing work?”
“Hardy-har. I don't want to flunk out, then I wouldn't be here every day to see you.”
