It takes all my strength not to laugh out of sheer smugness.
“Y-You and Nick St. George are dating?”
I nod, grinning even wider. “That’s the G-rated way of describing what we’re doing.”
Brody’s mouth turns down in disgust. Then he coughs. He hunches over, coughing even harder. After a second, he straightens up. His face is red, and his eyes are watery. He looks over at Nick, who’s still on his phone, oblivious to what we’re talking about.
Brody turns away, rests his hands on his hips, and looks up at the ceiling. He looks like he’s trying not to puke.
I bite the inside of my cheek and try not laugh. Oh, he’s jealous.SOvery jealous.
This isso, so good.
“Never figured you’d go out with a guy like him. I thought you were smarter than that,” Brody mutters.
I just chuckle. “Even smart girls like guys with ripped muscles and big dicks.”
Brody starts choke-coughing again. This time, it’s so loud that half the student union turns to look at him.
“I have to go,” he chokes out.
“I’ll bring your laptop bag to class next week,” I say as he walks off.
I watch him scurry out the doors and stumble through the quad. The most satisfied, smug feeling bubbles up inside of me. Yeah, that was petty as hell, but it feltsogood to humiliate my ex to his face after what he did to me.
I glance away, my gaze catching on Nick. The logical part of my brain catches up.
I just made up the most outrageous lie. I can’t back down now. Not when I have a class with Brody the rest of this semester. If he finds out I lied about dating Nick to make him jealous, that will be even more humiliating than losing out on the internship to him.
As I rack my brain for a solution to a problem I created myself, Nick looks up and catches eyes with me. He flashes that pretty boy grin. And that’s when the craziest, most outrageous idea pops into my brain.
I just hope I can convince him.
Chapter 6
Nick
Iwatch as Poppy walks over to me, a concerned look on her face.
I was low-key watching her and her ex during their whole conversation, and it seemed to go okay. She didn’t look happy to talk to him, but she didn’t look upset. And she didn’t look over to me for help, so I figured she was okay.
But she looks downright panicked right now.
Before I can ask if she’s alright, she speaks.
“We need to talk,” she says.
“Okay, sure.” I gesture to the empty seat next to me, but she shakes her head.
“Someplace quiet. And private.”
I stand up and follow her out of the crowded seating area to a darkened hallway. She opens a random door to an empty room and closes it behind her.
She lets out a shaky breath, her delicate shoulders rising and falling with the movement.
“I just did something really crazy. It involves you.”
Amusement flickers inside of me. “That sounds like fun.”
