The thought that Sav knew about any of this made me feel uneasy. “I didn’t even think of her.”
Dustin knocked my arm gently. “See? Another reason why that blonde drink of water isn’t what you need. She’s shady.” He looked at me, his brow furrowed. “You could work her.”
“Work her?” I asked him. I didn’t like the sound of this.
“Yeah, flash that famous QB10 smile of yours at her, find out what she knows.” He glanced at Noah. “She’s thedean’sdaughter, she’s bound to know something.”
"I don't think that works," I said. Not because she wasn't capable of knowing something. I already had her close for that very reason. If she figured it out — and she would figure it out — I'd lose the only person on campus who knew enough about me to blow everything up. You didn't work with someone you needed to stay quiet. Not like this. “You don’t know anything about Sav.”
“Sav? Nicknames? Really?” Dust gave me a look I knew well. “Maybe I don’t know her, but I knowyou, and you don’t like people who play games,” he said confidently. “Can you honestly say sheisn’tshady? I say you test her.”
Noah shrugged. “If she’s nothing to hide, where’s the harm? She never needs to know you doubted her,” he reasoned.
Was she shady? No, but I couldn’t say that for sure, and that sucked worse than anything else that had happened this weekend.
“Fine, but I think we’re wrong.”
Now I just needed to figure out where Savannah actually stood.
And if she was a problem, I'd deal with her the same way I dealt with everything else.
Chapter 18
Savannah
My roommate hadn’t seen Dante leave.
I think Lady Luck was on my side completely because I don’t thinkanyonesaw him, and that in itself was a small miracle.
I’d wanted to text him, but I hadn’t because... Well, because what would I even say? I’m sorry that I almost threw myself at you. Or the truth? I’m sorry Ididn’t?
He’d been right there.Rightthere. All I had to do was close the distance, taste his lips, and... I sighed heavily as I packed my backpack. I’d completely and utterly chickened out.
My head had played the scene too many times since he left. I'd woken up at three in the morning, sweating, panting, thinking about him, which was humiliating enough without having to examine why.
Ugh. I was chicken. So much so, that I had hid in the shed all of Monday on the off chance I may run into him. I’d never run into him in my three years of being here, but I just knew luck was no longer on my side when it came to me being in the same space as Dante.
I grabbed my jacket and headed out of my room.
Bev was in the kitchen and looked up at me with a smile. “I made you a snack pack,” she announced, pointing at the clear Ziploc bag of carrot sticks, apple slices, almonds, and blueberries. “Good for the heart and the brain.”
“Thanks, Bev.” I placed it in my bag, taking out a slim bar of dark chocolate. “Here, the good stuff, courtesy of Wrighton’s benefactors.”
Bev’s eyes lit up. “You always get to sneak the good stuff from those events you go to. Honestly, anytime you want to bail,and your dad allows it, I will happily take your place. I need an evening of fine dining.”
“You willingly want to sit beside Dean Cole in a formal dinner setting?” I asked her, knowing she was shit scared of my dad.
She pretended to think about it. “Is there a kids table?”
I laughed as I headed to the door. “Nope, sorry!” I sang out as she waved goodbye.
Smiling, I jogged down the back stairs and out onto campus. Tuesday morning classes beckoned, and I really,reallywanted to engage my brain all day and not think about the smoking hot Lions QB.
Which is how I knew I was being punished by Cupid or some other god of love or, at least, lust, because every single person on campus seemed to be talking about Saturday night’s fight.
There was no escaping from QB10.
If his face wasn’t plastered all over the athletics building, he was on banners that I passed under as I walked to class. Or his name was on every second person’s lips as they spoke about the ‘infighting in the Blues.’
