Page 113 of Breaking the Rules
There.
I take a seat a few feet away from him.
I fold one leg over the other. Smooth my coat. Press my lips together. "You're a sophomore too, right?"
He nods.
"Where are you going to transfer?"
"Here, hopefully."
"UCLA?"
He nods.
I nod back. Everyone wants to transfer to UCLA. It's easier transferring as a junior than getting in straight out of high school, but it's still competitive. "Me too."
"You're smart enough."
"Smart isn't really my thing."
"But you are. You did most of the work on our project."
"I did okay."
He shakes his head. "All that stuff about managing inventory and marketing. I don't know any of it."
"I guess I picked up a lot at Inked Hearts."
Collin scoots a little closer.
I suck a breath through my teeth.
This is normal.
We're talking.
That's all.
"Does your friend normally play truth or dare?" I ask.
"No." He laughs and scoots a little closer. "He's trying to be a wingman."
"He's not good at it."
"I know. But then… I'm not very good at this either." His hand goes to my waist.
He pulls my body into his.
Then, all of a sudden, his hands are on my arms.
And his lips are on my lips.
And everything tastes like orange juice and vodka.
And my heart is beating so, so loudly.
I freeze.
