Page 9 of More Than Chemical
“Try me.”
“For starters, he’s sitting ten rows in front of us.”
My heart jumped into my throat. “What?”
“Right there.” He pointed.
I sat up and looked over the dozens of heads before me. There, sitting below us, was a blue baseball cap. Nice shoulders.
Oh eff.
Jay’s smile glowed as bright as a cell phone screen. I sat back in my chair and slouched. It couldn’t be. How could Texas be in my chemistry class?
The memory of his mouth moving on mine sent goose bumps down my arms.
“How do you know him?” I mumbled.
Jay shrugged. “He was in my freshman orientation group. A standoffish dude.”
Heaviness filled my stomach, and I flashed Jay a glance. “He’s in engineering?”
He nodded. “Interested in mechanical, I think.”
“Just because someone says they’re going to major in a certain engineering discipline doesn’t mean they’ll have the GPA to get into the program they want.”
“I’m pretty sure he will. I saw his name on the dean’s list last semester.”
I put my face in the palms of my hands. Not only had Texas satisfied my appearance and attraction requirements, but he had just satisfied number five on my list—the most impossible requirement to meet—intelligence.
The lecture was over, and I was hiding under my jacket. “Is he gone?”
“He’s talking to the professor,” Jay said.
Omigod. Seriously? Only extreme nerds spoke with the teacher after class. Who was this guy? How could he be sexy, smarmy, and academic all at the same time?
“Where is he now?”
“Just a minute.” Jay exhaled. “One more second. Okay. He’s gone.”
I peered out. “Did he look up here?”
“Ade, you’re absurd.” All six feet two of Jay’s runner’s body towered over me. “You don’t want him to see you, but you want him to look for you. I don’t get it.”
I zipped up my coat and gathered my things. “Remember last week when I told you I read online that sex can cure insomnia?”
He frowned but nodded.
“Well, that guy, Dallas, he might be the one who could do it for me. Especially now that I know he satisfies some of my requirements for the right candidate.”
“WTF, Ade.” Jay walked out of the row and down the stairs.
I followed. He was wearing his university jacket with the cross-country logo on the back.
At the bottom, he waited. “Did he message you after the party?”
“No.” I stopped a couple steps before the landing, so I was the same height as Jay. “He doesn’t know my number.”
“If he was really into you, he would have figured out a way to get it.”
