“Sorry, but I signed an exclusivity clause!” Lewis brushes off the clamoring hands. “Loooisss!”
No. No!I keep my head purposefully turned in the opposite direction, desperately scanning the crowd for another player. He alreadyhumiliated me during their stupid welcome meeting—there’s no way it’s happening again here. I find it hard enough to make friends as it is, the last thing I need is a horde of frustrated college girls on my back.
“Loooisss!”
Jesus, I can’t stand when he says my name like that!
Professor Moretti is frowning, and so I do my best to turn back to Lewis, beaming. He waves, and I scowl back.
“Here, kitty-kitty-kitty! Come and sit on Uncle Lewis’s lap.”
“Conley!” a voice thunders behind me.
“Relax, Coach. Lois is a Super Friend!”
“Do you plan on spending the hour just standing there, Ms. Hogan?” Professor Moretti asks.
“No, but—”
“Then get to work!”
I walk stiffly over to where Lewis is lying on a massage table. Some of my classmates throw me jealous, dirty looks; others sigh with disappointment. They’re pathetic. Donovan sits down a little farther along, and blows me a kiss.
Kill me now.
“Be gentle with me,” Lewis says. “I’m a sensitive guy.”
I ignore him, glancing at the diagrams stuck to the board at the back of the room. I turn back and stand there, staring at Lewis’s taut thighs.
“Are you experimenting with telepathic massage?”
I place a hand just above his knee, my index finger braced against his thigh. I take a deep breath in and press down along his quadriceps with all my might.
“Hey!”
When Lewis starts writhing, I tighten my grip on his leg.
“What’s going on here?” the professor calls over.
“Just a cramp, sir.” I smile.
Lewis rubs his thigh. “That hurt.”
“Really? I’m so sorry. I’m just a freshman, you know.”
He snickers, crossing his arms behind his head. I decide to tone it down a little. The last thing I need is a bad grade.
“So anyway: What’s new in the land of the superheroes?”
I scoop out a little ointment. “Nothing much.”
“What about your ex?” he whispers, glancing over at Kirk.
“Let’s keep this relationship purely professional, okay?” I say, smoothing my palm up to brush against his shorts.
“You’re still crashing on Lane’s couch, so I’m guessing nothing’s changed there.”
My hands tense up.
