“And in that small amount of time, we bonded, okay, Lexie? Don’t be jealous. It’s not a good look on you.” Val rolls her eyes.
Lexie pinches the bridge of her nose. “Jesus, take the wheel with this one.”
I snort. “Babe, not even Jesus can save her. He’d go right off the road.”
“Hey.” Val pouts. “What is it, be mean to Val day? If you’re not nicer to me, I’m gonna get Blake after you. He’ll kick your ass,” she huffs, lifting her chin.
“Yeah? Does he know that?”
“Don’t mind her. She didn’t take her meds today.” Lexie grabs Val and pulls her away from me.
“I don’t take meds.” Val looks at Lexie, confused.
“Shame. Because you should.”
My friends are a bunch of oddballs, but I love them and would do anything for them. They’re the first ones to jump up to help with anything. I couldn’t ask for better besties.
***
The rest of the day goes on as normal. I try my best to focus on calculus, making notes of what I need to work on more.
My last class ends at four, giving me enough time to head home, shower, and change.
I’m at the library ten minutes before six. As I approach the building, it occurs to me that I don’t know what Blake looks like, so I’m not sure who I’ll be looking for when I get inside.
I send Blake a text letting him know I’m here and asking where I should meet him.
He replies, letting me know he’s already inside on the second floor, in the back study lounge.
My brows pull together as I enter the library. There’s a study lounge? Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve really spent much time in this place. Maybe that’s part of my issue. I should have taken things more seriously when it came to my schoolwork.
It wasn’t easy with football taking up most of my time. Any free time I had, I wanted to relax and enjoy myself. Looks like I’m paying for that now.
Inside, I take the stairs to the second level and ask the librarian where the study lounge is.
She points toward the back, and I blindly head in that direction.
“Huh,” I murmur to myself when I find a large space filled with tables, couches, and computers that line the back wall.
I text Blake again to let him know that I’m here.
I look around, wondering which one of these people could be him. There's a good number of people here, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. It’s a big campus with nearly twenty thousand students.
My phone dings, and I look down to read the text.
Blake: I’m over on the black couches, navy hoodie, and dark jeans.
My head pops up. I find the black couches, but I don’t spot anyone meeting that description.
As I walk closer, I see that there’s a second row of couches that was hidden behind a wall.
My eyes land on a familiar-looking person. “Latte Boy?” I say before I can think better of it. Well, I’ll be damned. If it isn’t the insanely cute guy from the cafe.
For the love of all that is holy, please, please,pleaselet him be Blake.
His head pops up, that same scowl on his handsome face. His raven black hair falls over his left eye, and my hand twitches with the need to reach down and brush it away.
I don’t, because that would be wildly inappropriate.
