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So. Screwed.
Gray: Use your words.
Have you decided if you’re willing to go on a date with me?
I closed the laptop in front of me in the library. The place was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, and while I usually liked silence when I was writing, it felt deafening, right now.
All day, I’d been rewatching the little news clip video of Andrew and Luke on my laptop, playing the audio over my headphones.
I’d try to go back to my article.
Then end up looking at the video again instead.
When I was in high school, I used to get hopeless crushes all the time, but…
Fuck me.
I’d never felt anything as intense as this.
It was almost midnight now, and I’d barely been able to focus all night.
Is our date going to be me coming up to your bedroom and giving you my cock? If so, yes.
No. It’s going to be you, coming as my date, to the fall formal party.
I almost just tossed my phone out the library window.
Of course you’re in the library at 11:52 pm.
I work hard to be a straight-A student.
I stared at my phone idly for a few more minutes before realizing he wasn’t going to respond.
It was for the better.
I have less than two weeks now to complete this article, and I still have no fucking clue what my angle is.
How was I supposed to sum up Andrew Peachel or the TNU Tempests?
I didn’t want to justsum them up, anyway.
I wanted to write an article that people actually wanted toread. It would be so easy to just pop out a puff piece like everyone expected in college papers.
But I couldn’t do it.
Call it integrity or call it blind, dumb stubbornness.
It wasme.
I reopened my laptop, forcing myself to look at my notes again.
And then out of the corner of my eye, I saw a door swing open, and someone walking over toward me.
I glanced up and my heart did a little flip in my chest.
“Andrew,” I whispered as he walked over toward me.
He had his backpack slung over one of his shoulders, and he was in a big gray hoodie that somehow made him look even cuter than usual.
