There was the perfect little hideout in the back, a semi-dark nook nestled between two shelves stacked with books on feminist figures in medicine. As I said, perfect.
I plopped down and hauled my backpack onto the desk. Before dragging out books that weighed more than small dogs, I peeked at my phone.
Onemessage from Rudolph.
Sorry. Busy.
I stared at the message like it had a secret code hidden within. Reread it. Like my mate’s number would materialize eventually.
I’d tried calling Rudolph again on the way here, but the call had cut out, digging a deeper frown into my face. I likely looked like one of those wrinkly Shar-Pei dogs, what with how often I’d been frowning lately.
Tucking a few rogue strands behind my ear, I yanked my textbook out.
Why was he avoiding me? Him and his mood swings.
A little buzz pulled me from my spiral.
Can’t talk, only text. Late class
How are you, Bunny Doc? Missing me already?
I hadn’t noticed the smile sneaking onto my face until my fingers started tapping my lips. Rudy was my modern pen pal. And a very handy one, I should add, since he belonged to the same pack as my infamous, newly discovered mate.
Shouldn’t you be paying attention? I had a feeling you were a terrible student
I chewed my lip, reflecting. Was it appropriate to be texting another guy after meeting your soulmate? Even if he had his own mate, and this was strictly friendship? And she didn’t mind—apparently. Besides, I needed a little intel—find out about my mate, maybe even get his number to apologize for earlier.
I can text and listen at the same time.
I’m a man of many talents. Are you saying the genius bunny can’t do it? ;)
Multitasking? Ha! You wouldn’t be able to in Advanced Neuro 104. That class literally fried half my brain cells! And to think we were supposed to learn to understand and fix the brain in that class! How can I, when it’s so brain-consuming?
After sending, I shriveled at how nerdy my joke was. If I ever said something like that to my mate, he’d probably bolt. At least Rudy seemed to enjoy my lameness, evident by the ten laughing emojis he sent over.
I’m sure you’ve got extra gray matter to spare. Sacrifice some for the benefit of science
Whatcha doing now? Studying? Planning to go on another date?
My psychiatry books lay untouched on the desk, my laptop still napping. I didn’t recognize myself. Here at the library and not studying? Who had I become?
Who has time for dates? In the library, trying to study!
Trying, huh? Something distracting the smart bunny? Is it that guy you dated? Does he still text you?
Why the sudden interest in my dating life? I’d actually forgotten about Sillas, his text from after the event that afternoon having been left on read. Maybe because a tall, blond boy had invaded my mind ever since.
Officially, I only went out with him once, and no, we don’t text much. Also—GUESS WHAT?!
My fingers were vibrating with the need to spill everything.
Just once? Is the boy dumb? He must be, to be a wereball player.
Or did he do something wrong?
Again, another question on the subject.
I typed a reply, noting that Rudolph was also writing something.
