Page 30 of A Pretty Fixation

I’m messed up inside after a week, and I can’tstop repeating what he said about discharging his cum all over me. That was atease of one of my many fantasies.

“There’s a sigma party later,” Nichole informs us.

Snapping back to reality, I slide my phone intothe bag and place it on the shelf before following them to the workout mat.

Everyone’s stretching for the morning’s Zumbaclass. I like sleeping in on Saturdays, but Scarlett dragged me out for this.

“That should be fun,” she says. “JD has a date,though.”

“Ooh.” Nichole wiggles her brows, brown skinglowing in the sunlight bleeding in through the windows. “Is it Caleb Rosmond?I saw you and him at the kappa party and have heard whispers.”

“What whispers?” I ask, scowling. “Why is anyonetalking about us anyway?”

Her russet eyes expand as if she’s astonished.“Girl, Caleb Rosmond is a star player on the soccer team. Haven’t you seen hishighlight reels? He’s hot as sin. So many girls want him.”

That annoys me.

I scoff and act unbothered. “I didn’t know he hada following.”

“He sure does, but don’t worry. Apparently, he’snot a manwhore like most of the guys here.”

“Ahem.” Scarlett angles her head and gives herfriend a serious look. “Logan isn’t a manwhore.”

Nichole snorts. “I said most, not all. Relax.” Shepulls the band from her wrist and secures her curls into a bun.

“It doesn’t matter to me anyway.”

Both girls look at me.

“He’s not the one I’m going out with later,” Iadd.

Nichole nods awkwardly. “Oh. I’m sure your guy is acatch too.” She steers her focus to the front of the room as our fitnessinstructor begins talking.

Scarlett bumps my arm and asks in a low tone, “Youwant to go out with Aaron, right? You’re not forcing it, are you?”

“No,” I answer, trying to seem sure. “I want to.”

She eyes me for a second, then joins in as theinstructor kicks off warmup.

Scarlett’s questions play in my head throughoutthe Zumba class.

I’m sweating bullets and exhausted, yet my mindstill manages to wander to Caleb and how he’s keeping his distance.

Dammit.

We relax a bit longer at the end of the workout,talking while we cool down.

Leaving the fitness center shortly, Nichole turnsin the opposite direction, and Scarlett and I veer down the path towards ourdorm.

We’re in the middle of a conversation when the guythat won’t leave my mind swerves at the bend from the parking area, walkingthis way.

My heart rate spikes as if I’m still doing Zumba.

Scarlett’s voice fades with everything else.

Caleb looks as cool as ever in his casual t-shirtand joggers, blonde hair tousled, hands in his pockets. Long, confident strideslike he’s the king of the campus and we’re his minions.

Scarlett stops talking when she realizes I’mdistracted and by who. “Oh…”

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