Page 27 of How to Lose at Love

Being a campus legend has some perks.

I bound down the stairs once I’m outside. Hightail it to the courtyard.

Train my eyes on a burgundy red coat, long brown hair blowing in the breeze.

The girl is tall.

Long stride. Sure of herself.

Marching in the same direction I’m headed, and I think it’s the girl from class.

Suddenly, she whirls around.

“Are you following me?”

“I’m sorry?” What is she talking about?

“I said—are youfollowing me?” Her glare is positively heated.

“We’re going in the same direction. I didn’t realize that was acrime.” I squint at her through my sunglasses. “I think you were just in my last class.”

She rolls her eyes as a reply, turning to walk away from me, a movement I find oddly familiar.

The same way Ryann stalked away from me last night.

I’d recognize that angry snit anywhere.

“Ryann?”

The girl pivots on her heels and faces me.

Studies my face, eyes raking up and down my body, down, then up again, finally landing on my hat.

I remove the sunglasses.

She groans. “Oh God. Not you again.”

A peep of black sticks up from the collar of her jacket. It’s not the same puffer she had on yesterday but one that’s not as warm.

“You’re turtleneck girl.”

“Excuseme?” She says it in the way girls say it when they’re already pissed off and itching to argue.

Ha! “You’re the girl wearing the turtleneck.”

I can hear her groan from here. “You’re so annoying.”

That’s the first time anyone other than one of my brothers has called me annoying—at least to my face. Women usually find me the opposite of annoying, not that I’m going to say that shit out loud. She already cannot stand me.

“Spend that fifty dollars on anything good yet?” She adds an eye roll to the end of her sentence.

“Not yet. Have any suggestions?” My grin is smug.

“Sure. I could think of a list of ways to spend it, starting with a TED Talk about respecting boundaries.”

“Ouch.” I push out a laugh, clutching my heart in mock pain. “That stings. Kind of. Not really. Anything else?”

However, Ryann isn’t interested in small talk. “It’s too cold to be standing around arguing with you. I’m going home.” Her hand goes up. “See ya.”

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