Bryce kept his eyes on the worksheet. “We’re on question three.”
“I’m on question gossip.”
“Try question three.”
Harry laughed. “Saw a pic from your party. Nothing wild. Just… You two looked close.”
“Question three,” Bryce said again.
Harry leaned back a little, hands up. “You mad?”
“I’m doing class.”
“Okay, okay.” Harry looked at the paper, then tapped the margin. “Vmax is here. You’re overthinking it.”
“I know.”
They worked through the problem. When Franklin called for answers, Bryce kept it concise and got a nod. He wrote down the homework and packed up.
In the aisle, Harry caught his shoulder. “Hey. I’m not trying to be a jerk. Just surprised.”
“Don’t be,” Bryce said.
“You and Sage?”
“Yeah.”
Harry’s eyebrows shot up, then leveled. “Okay.”
“That it?”
He shrugged. “Pretty much. I just didn’t know.”
“You don’t need to.”
“True.” Harry made a face. “Wanna grab coffee?”
“I can’t right now. I’ve got another class.” Bryce looked at Harry. “Later?”
Harry nodded. “Later.”
Outside, the cold air helped. Bryce checked his phone and saw he had two texts.
He checked Sage's text first.Workshop pushed. Food later?
Bryce snorted when he read Gage's.Tell Dan to stop saying puffy lips in the group chat.
Bryce sent a text to Gage.I’ll handle Dan.
Bryce then text Sage. Food sounds good. 1?
Sage was quick to respond.1 works.
Bryce shoved his hands in his pockets and crossed the quad. People were already talking about midterms and rides home next month. He kept his head down and his pace steady as he walked to his next class.
At the door, he found Dan holding court with two freshmen. Dan clocked him and smirked. “Look who it is,” Dan said. “Legend of the hall closet.”
“Drop it,” Bryce muttered.
