“That attitude’s not directed at me, right?”
“I haven’t decided yet.”
He smiled. “Okay, well, I’m gonna leave you here. Maybe hit the attitude store before I pick you up.”
“Oh, ha ha,” I droned, wrinkling my nose.
He grinned. “I’ll see you later. Go learn something.”
“Go suck a bag—”
“Attitude store,” he interrupted. “Buy the most expensive good one. Don’t go generic.”
I rolled my eyes and headed to class. When I had a break, I pulled my cell phone out of my bag and saw I had six texts from Orion and one missed call, but he hadn’t left a voicemail.
So, I wasn’t going to call or text him back.
He could learn to miss me for a minute.
* * *
When class was over, I texted my brother, then gathered my books and shoved everything back in my bag. I knew it would take a few for him to get to me, so I didn’t rush.
As I walked out to the parking lot, my heart raced as my stomach roiled. Orion stood in front of his bike, his head down, focused on his phone. My emotions warred with the excitement of seeing him and the fact I was still very pissed off.
I stalled, wondering if I could move fast enough to get back into the building without being seen. His head raised and he met my eyes, thwarting my plan to escape. He slid his phone into his pocket and gave me a chin lift.
I narrowed my eyes and continued to stand where I’d stopped, daring him to come to me. Neither of us moved, and I knew our game of chicken could go on forever. I pulled my phone out and called my brother. He answered on the first ring. “Is Orion not there?”
“Oh, he’s here,” I hissed. “But what I want to know is, why aren’t you?”
He chuckled. “I see you didn’t have time to go to the store.”
“Tristan,” I growled.
“Sissy, go talk to your man. You know I don’t get in the middle of that shit.”
“God, you’re infuriating.”
“I’m aware. Byeeeee.”
He hung up and I stomped my foot in irritation, glancing at Orion who was smiling like an asshole.
I straightened my shoulders and made my way to him. “I’m calling an Uber.”
He raised an eyebrow. “No, you’re not. I’m taking you out.”
“I’m sorry, I’m busy this evening.”
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yep. I’m washing my hair.”
He sighed. “Baby, don’t be obstinate.”
“Don’t tell me how to live my life.”
“Are you still pissed about last night?”
