“I have the worst friends.”
“Can’t be too bad if they make you smile,” a deep voice says from beside me.
“Jesus Christ.”
Trevor’s dark eyebrow lifts slowly as my pulse does its best to convince me I’m having a heart attack. “Should I be offended that I’m apparently so forgettable?”
“You’re not forgettable,” I tell him. “You’re just…”
Easy to be around.
I swat the thought away before shoving my phone into my bag. “Sorry.”
“I don’t mind,” Trevor says, same as before.
“I don’t even know why Todd is awake,” I mutter, when it clicks. “Ah. The wordsjello shooterssummoned him.”
“Little early for jello shooters, isn’t it?”
“Thankyou,” I retort, smacking Trevor’s arm. My palm smarts in the aftermath, a fact that has my cheeks flaming. Trevor either doesn’t notice or chooses not to comment on it. “Uh, they’re not actually drinking this early. Just…talking about it.”
“Life of a college student,” Trevor says, tone void of emotion.
“Not a fan?”
He shrugs one shoulder. “Don’t mind it. Just have better things to do.”
Who?
Startled by the question in my head, I turn my gaze back to my textbook.Focus. I’m here to study. “What things?”
Damn it.
Trevor hums. “Work, I guess. Classes. Football.”
My head whips his way at the mention of football.
Trevor smirks slightly. “Kidding. I’m not much for…conventional athletics.”
My imagination runs wild as I try to figure out what he means by that. “You’re not into, like, human game hunting, are you?”
The look Trevor gives me has me clamping my mouth shut. “Really? Human game?”
“What? I don’t know. You said you’re not intoconventional athletics. What am I supposed to think?”
He rubs his mouth, the shake of his shoulders subtle. “If Iwasinto hunting humans, do you really think I’d tell you, Red?”
“No,” I admit. “You’d wait for me to leave, follow me from a distance, and then take care of me however you see fit.”
Trevor’s eyes widen. “You aredark.”
“I am not! It’s entirely possible that—”
“I get off on the thrill of chasing peopleThe Most Dangerous Gamestyle? Oh, wait. I get it.”
“Get what?”
“English major,” he says, as if that explains everything. He lets out a gentlelaugh. “Cute.”
