His mouth flattens into a grim line.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” he admits.
“I didn’t expect to see you, either, but I didn’t give you a look that could flay flesh.” I look at him in disbelief. “Imagine how I feel! You have a girlfriend! If I’d known that, I would have never—”
“She’s not my girlfriend. She wasn’t then, and she isn’t now. She’s just…” he confesses.
I scoff and start walking away. “I don’t even want to know.”
“Look…”
I turn to face him. “No.”
He smirks, and I glare.
Oh, no you don’t! Don’t you smirk at me Mr. Hottie who made me feel what no one else has ever made me feel!
“I thought you lied,” he admits.
“About what?”
“You not knowing me.”
I want to cross my eyes, I’m so frustrated.
“Why would I do that?”
He shrugs. “You made it seem like you were leaving sooner, too.”
“Well, you never would have known I’m still here if some fail pranksters hadn’t screwed up their lark that landed me at your school.”
“Fail pranksters? That plan was genius.”
I snort. “There was nothing genius about leaving the fitting that loose. The least you could have done was use a jock with half a brain.”
He grabs my arm and stops me when I start to walk away again. “I have two issues with what you just said.”
I tap my foot and give him a look that saysgo ahead already.
“One, I wasn’t involved. Some brilliant guys from your school pulled that prank.”
I just stare. I’ve got nothing. No witty comeback. I just keep tapping my foot.
He runs a frustrated hand through his hair.
“What’s the second ‘issue’ you have?”
“The ‘half a brain’ comment. Not all athletic guys are stupid. There’s a hard curve here and if you don’t stay above it, you don’t get to play,” he informs me.
I roll my eyes. “Please. I’ve seen your jock pals. Some of them wouldn’t be able to do fifth-grade math or spelling.”
“Really. Judgmental much?” he growls.
“I call it like I see it.”
He nods. “So do I, and when I saw you here, my first thought was, ‘What’s she doing here?’ and then your friend said my name. It wasn’t hard to put two and two together. Yes, Leo know math.”
Oh, funny guy, talking all caveman-like. I want to punch his sexy mouth then kiss it better. What is wrong with me?
