Page 49 of Pick Me

“Wait a minute. Are you serious? Do you really think someone’s going to attack you?”

Her lips clamped shut, and instead of answering me, she rifled through her bag, mumbling things I couldn’t hear.

“It doesn’t matter.”

That was all I heard, but there was a hard edge to it. Itdidmatter. She should be able to feel safe as she walked down the street.

“Where are you going? Do you want me to come with you?”

“Ha. Like that’s a real offer.”

“It is. I don’t want you to feel unsafe on campus. I’m happy to escort you wherever you want to go.” I was becoming a puppy for this girl, and she had no idea the power she had over me.

Her hand slowed, and she looked up at me, then around the room. “Is this some kind of joke? Are you filming me?”

“No.”

“But you’re offering to take me out. Usually, you’re arguing about taking me anywhere.”

“Is that what you think?”

“It’s what I know. I’ve seen it.” I kept my mouth shut. She was right. Only, this time, I didn’t like it. I didn’t like the fact I didn’t make her feel safe and protected. “You haven’t liked me since month two of me being here.”

You haven’t liked me?

What did she mean? The only reason we fought was because she was so prickly with me.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, Thea?”

“Of course you don’t. Bet you won’t even remember this conversation in twenty seconds. Your brain is the size of a pea, after all. You need to focus on keeping all of the vital information front and center. Like name, age…”

“Dick size,” I added with a smile, and that earned a lip curl and a grunt from my roommate.

“Believe me, no one cares to know that.”

“It’s seven inches soft with a little curve to the right.”

She raised her hands; I’d made her speechless.

“What is wrong with you today? Can we just pretend I already left the apartment before you got here?”

I let out a sarcastic chuckle as I looked her up and down. The zing of electricity ran strong between us. I thought it was hate before, but I realized now it was something different. Had we been flirting all this time?

“Where are you going?” I asked

“Stop asking me. It doesn’t matter.”

My blood boiled. Itdidmatter.

“Are you going on a date?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Her grin was mischievous, and I wanted to wring her neck but kiss her at the same time.

“Stop it, Thea.”

“Stop what?” She glanced around the room and flicked her hair over her shoulder. “Anyway, I better be going. You’ll have a good night without me.” Her nose crinkled as she looked at the coffee table.

“Guessing you’ll be playing video games again.”

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