walks. “I just don’t understand why he hasn’t called. It was amazing. I would think he’d want to do it again.”
I can only imagine why she’s upset. Probably another victim.
“I saw him flirting with Betsy today in Intro to Theater. Maybe it wasn’t as amazing as you think.” The pink-haired girl shrugs. She doesn’t look concerned about either her friend’s or Betsy’s wellbeing.
I glance at Adam, but he doesn’t give anything away. I’m not even sure he’s paying any attention to them. The girls continue to walk down the hallway and their voices get too quiet for me to hear any more.
Luke’s roommate, Nathan, approaches us from the opposite direction. He would be attractive if I’d never spoken to him. His green eyes were the thing that drew me in, but then he opened his mouth.
His black hair is a mess. He’s either just come from rehearsal or from some girl’s room. He gives me the head nod when he’s a couple feet away. His sleazy smile gives me the creeps. “Hey, sexy. Want to come over later?”
Eww. Not in a million years.
I grimace. “No, thanks. I’ll pass.”
“Suit yourself. It’s only a matter of time before you give in to this.” He lifts his shirt and gestures to his abs.
No. That’s just sick. I don’t want anything to do with him ever.
Adam curls his lip. “Didn’t you get chlamydia last year from sleeping with some random girl?”
Nathan smiles and winks at me. “I think that random girl was her roommate, but don’t worry. I have a clean bill of health now.”
He’s about as far from attractive as he can possibly get. “Something to be proud of.”
That’s probably all he has to be proud of.
“You know where I live.” Nathan rounds a corner down the hall.
Adam stares at the hallway where he disappeared. “It’s unnatural how much you and Brielle get hit on.”
“It’s because of that game. These guys are running around trying to sleep with every girl on campus.”
I don’t even understand how they would get someone to sleep with them after everyone in school found out about the game. No one is that desperate. And if they are, they need higher standards.
He stops walking and looks at me. “You know, not every guy at this school is playing that game. Some of them might actually be interested in dating you. Like James.”
“Could have fooled me.”
Brandon is in the studio when we arrive. He looks like he’s almost finished. A towel drapes around his neck and a tank top sticks to his chest, the visible skin flushed from his workout.
Adam puts a hand on the door to push it open.
“Shouldn’t we wait until he’s done?”
“I have time reserved. We’re fine.”
Brandon raises his hand in a wave as we enter the studio. “Hey, guys. I was just leaving.”
“Hey,” Adam says.
I give Brandon a small wave. The last time I saw him, I was passing out. Not exactly the best first impression for one of the people who gets to vote for me for Fall Showcase.
“Are you feeling better?” He wipes his face and throws the towel over his shoulder. His brown hair is slicked back against his head, but a few spikes stick up here and there.
Adam frowns at me, confused, and it takes me a second to remember that he doesn’t know I almost passed out today.
“Yeah, thanks. It’s just been a rough week.”
Brandon slides his iPod into the pocket in his pants. “Well, get used to that. You’re going to have a lot of those around here.”
Adam laughs. “I wish I could say he was lying.” He puts an arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his side.
It’s awkward, but I’d rather be closer to Adam than Brandon. I don’t pull away.
“I wouldn’t worry so much if I were you. From what I’ve seen, you stand a good chance of making it into Fall Showcase and of being in the running for London.” Brandon picks up his stuff and walks toward the door.
I turn to watch him. I like it better when there’s distance between us. He gives me a weird
I can only imagine why she’s upset. Probably another victim.
“I saw him flirting with Betsy today in Intro to Theater. Maybe it wasn’t as amazing as you think.” The pink-haired girl shrugs. She doesn’t look concerned about either her friend’s or Betsy’s wellbeing.
I glance at Adam, but he doesn’t give anything away. I’m not even sure he’s paying any attention to them. The girls continue to walk down the hallway and their voices get too quiet for me to hear any more.
Luke’s roommate, Nathan, approaches us from the opposite direction. He would be attractive if I’d never spoken to him. His green eyes were the thing that drew me in, but then he opened his mouth.
His black hair is a mess. He’s either just come from rehearsal or from some girl’s room. He gives me the head nod when he’s a couple feet away. His sleazy smile gives me the creeps. “Hey, sexy. Want to come over later?”
Eww. Not in a million years.
I grimace. “No, thanks. I’ll pass.”
“Suit yourself. It’s only a matter of time before you give in to this.” He lifts his shirt and gestures to his abs.
No. That’s just sick. I don’t want anything to do with him ever.
Adam curls his lip. “Didn’t you get chlamydia last year from sleeping with some random girl?”
Nathan smiles and winks at me. “I think that random girl was her roommate, but don’t worry. I have a clean bill of health now.”
He’s about as far from attractive as he can possibly get. “Something to be proud of.”
That’s probably all he has to be proud of.
“You know where I live.” Nathan rounds a corner down the hall.
Adam stares at the hallway where he disappeared. “It’s unnatural how much you and Brielle get hit on.”
“It’s because of that game. These guys are running around trying to sleep with every girl on campus.”
I don’t even understand how they would get someone to sleep with them after everyone in school found out about the game. No one is that desperate. And if they are, they need higher standards.
He stops walking and looks at me. “You know, not every guy at this school is playing that game. Some of them might actually be interested in dating you. Like James.”
“Could have fooled me.”
Brandon is in the studio when we arrive. He looks like he’s almost finished. A towel drapes around his neck and a tank top sticks to his chest, the visible skin flushed from his workout.
Adam puts a hand on the door to push it open.
“Shouldn’t we wait until he’s done?”
“I have time reserved. We’re fine.”
Brandon raises his hand in a wave as we enter the studio. “Hey, guys. I was just leaving.”
“Hey,” Adam says.
I give Brandon a small wave. The last time I saw him, I was passing out. Not exactly the best first impression for one of the people who gets to vote for me for Fall Showcase.
“Are you feeling better?” He wipes his face and throws the towel over his shoulder. His brown hair is slicked back against his head, but a few spikes stick up here and there.
Adam frowns at me, confused, and it takes me a second to remember that he doesn’t know I almost passed out today.
“Yeah, thanks. It’s just been a rough week.”
Brandon slides his iPod into the pocket in his pants. “Well, get used to that. You’re going to have a lot of those around here.”
Adam laughs. “I wish I could say he was lying.” He puts an arm around my shoulder and pulls me into his side.
It’s awkward, but I’d rather be closer to Adam than Brandon. I don’t pull away.
“I wouldn’t worry so much if I were you. From what I’ve seen, you stand a good chance of making it into Fall Showcase and of being in the running for London.” Brandon picks up his stuff and walks toward the door.
I turn to watch him. I like it better when there’s distance between us. He gives me a weird
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