Page 42 of How to Lose at Love

He hasn’t said please, so I don’t heed him, bossy asshole.

“I might need your help.”

Might need my help? For what?

I roll my eyes heavenward instead of stopping like he wants me to. Didn’t his mother teach him any manners?

We walk on.

At the busy street separating campus from Frat Row, I look both ways so I can safely cross, hoping he’ll abort his mission and go on his merry little way.

Students who recognize Dallas give us our space but also stare, visibly trying to decide if they should interrupt us to greet him and at the same time wondering what the hell we’re about, glaring at one another.

“Please.”

Ah, there it is.

“What do you want?”

He glances around, sneaky like. “Maybe not here.”

The crosswalk signal turns green, so I step down into the street, hoofing it across, Dallas right behind me.

I walk to the next block before whipping around. “What?” I toss my hands in the air, exasperated. “This is as far as you go.”

I look him up and down and immediately regret it.

“I have a proposal for you.”

“Uh-huh, you said as much before you insulted me.”

One would think this would be the perfect opening for him to apologize, but no—not him.Not Dallas Colter, almighty campus legend. God forbid.

Yeah.

The jerk is a campus legend according to the Googling I’ve done despite myself, every glowing word grating on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

The Most Anticipated New Player in NFL History…

Dallas Colter, following in and filling very large footsteps…

Dallas Colter, Most Eligible Bachelor on Campus…

And my favorite headline fromSports Illustrated?

One-Track Minded: Dallas Colter Hasn’t Had a Girlfriend Since Middle School

As if. Give me a break.

“When did I insult you?”

“Um, when you said Diego dumped me.”

“But he did.”

“I know that!” I’m practically stomping my foot on the ground like a child. “You just don’t say that to someone’s face.”

“Okay. So you’d rather I lie to your face?”

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