Page 67 of Not Fooling Anyone

Her brows narrow the slightest bit as she flips her hair over her shoulder. “Savannah.”

“Right, right. Sorry, I’m terrible with names.” I give her an ingratiating smile, but she doesn’t pick up on my insincerity.

“That’s okay. Hey, how’d you do on the test last time?”

“I got an A.”

She sidles a little closer. “Wow. Brawn and brains.”

She’s still going to flirt with me after she saw me and Lexie together two weeks ago?

“Will you be at study group tonight?” she asks.

I stick my hands in my pockets, glancing again at the closed building doors. “Yep.” If Lexie comes out here to find me talking to her, will she be mad?

“Me too. Want to ride together?”

I motion toward the lecture hall. “I’m actually waiting for Lexie. I’m already giving her a ride.”

She laughs as if I said something funny. “Oh my God, are you still hanging out with her? I thought she would have moved on to the next guy by now.”

She looks at me expectantly, clearly wanting me to ask her to elaborate, but I don’t. That should come from Lexie.

“Hey,” she says, changing the subject. “You have any plans tomorrow night?”

“Uh… not sure.” Seriously, when is Lexie getting out of class?

“My sorority’s co-hosting a party at Kappa Sigma house.” She taps my arm playfully. “You have to come visit me.”

She’s closer now, looking up at me from under lowered lashes. Yeah, she’s a girl who’s used to getting what she wants.

The doors of the building burst open, Lexie at the front of the pack of students exiting. She pauses as she spots us, until someone pushes her from behind, and then she speeds up, determination on her face as she strides over. She gets closer, closer, until she’s right there, reaching up to cup the back of my neck, tugging me down to meet her lips in a kiss so unexpected, it makes my toes curl.

She releases me, gaze apologetic, but she never has to apologize for doing something like that. Stepping to the side, she wraps her hand around the crook of my elbow and acts as if she’s just noticing the other girl.

“Oh, Savannah. I didn’t see you there.”

It’s obvious Savannah knows what she’s up to by the fake smile she gives her.

“Savannah invited us to a party tomorrow night,” I tell Lexie, trying to defuse the situation.

“Oh, I was really only inviting you, Ethan,” Savannah says. “The people there are more your crowd.” She turns to Lexie, tilting her head. “I know parties aren’t your thing.”

Could she get any more blatantly rude?

I’m just about to call her out on it when Lexie says, “Oh, I’d love to go. Thanks for the invite.”

Man, she must hate her if she’s willing to be that social—at a fraternity house of all places.

Savannah smiles again at her, malice in her gaze. “Great. Maybe the baseball team will be there too. That’s more your speed.”

Lexie’s grip on me tightens, nails digging into my inner elbow. I look down, finding her shooting daggers at Savannah. How do I always get caught in the crossfire of whatever feud they have going on?

“We have to get to study group now,” Lexie says through tight lips.

She tugs at my arm, steering me away, and I follow, listening as she mutters something barely audible under her breath.

“You okay?” I ask when we’re distant enough.

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