Page 15 of For Crosby

He chuckled, and the sound pissed me off more than if he had called me a bitch again. “So, the ice queen has a sense of humor.”

My eyes widened as my arms dropped down to my sides. “Ice queen? Ever think it’s you? Ever think that maybe every word out of your mouth makes my skin crawl?”

His lips slipped into a cocky grin. “So, you’re saying I affect you?”

I growled as my hands bunched into fists. This guy had serious split personality issues. Even still, no one made me as angry—or as capable of growling—as him. “Apparently, you only hear what you want to hear. Do you take meds for that?”

A sober laugh slipped from his lips. “Have fun with your date. I wouldn’t let him get in your panties if you know what I mean.”

“Of course I don’t know what you mean. I don’t speak idiot.”

He stifled a smile. “Just saying I saw the prescription cream he’s got in his bag. Wouldn’t want you catching anything.”

“Well, that’s where you and I are different. I’d love for you to catch something.”

He tsked. “Careful. I might mistake this anger for sexual tension.”

I scoffed. “You’re insane.”

“I’m not the one going out with a prick.”

I huffed, his annoying taunts working my last nerve.

“You ever wonder why he asked you out?” he asked.

“What?”

“Why, out of all the girls on campus, he asked you out?”

“Because I’m amazing?”

He snickered, and I suddenly wanted to punch him in the face and chip his other tooth. “Interesting timing don’t you think?”

“We sit next to each other in Communications.”

“Exactly. Why hasn’t he asked you out before now?”

“Do you make a habit of losing people because you seriously make no sense to me at all.”

“Hey,” Jeremy called.

Mr. Hockey and I both turned.

Jeremy stood on the platform to my right all showered and dressed. I hadn’t even heard him approach. “You okay?”

I crossed my arms as if I needed them to protect me from the craziness around me. “Fine.”

“Yes. She. Is.” Mr. Hockey said, annunciating each word as his eyes drifted up my body.

Jeremy and I both glared at him.

He remained unfazed. “Have fun tonight you crazy kids. Remember what I said, Ice Queen.”

Jeremy looked to me as Mr. Hockey skated away in no particular hurry. “You know him?”

“Not really.”

“Well, take it from me, the guy’s a total douche.”

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