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He puts his much smaller hand in mine and we shake. He jumps off the bed and heads to the door, just before he opens it and turns to look at me.
“Drake, I wouldn’t have told on you, but now you have to hang out with me.” Before I can even say anything he walks out of the room.
Falling back on my bed I stare up at the ceiling. Fuck. My kid brother just wants to hang out with me and I’ve been so busy with screwing around that I haven’t made the time. I made a promise that night to myself that I wouldn’t let anything get in the way. I held that promise, sort of.
Returning to reality, I shake my head. I need something to drink, scratch that. I need to get drunk.
Chapter 23
Emma
“Hey Em,”Aubrey yells from her room.
I walk toward it, leaning against the door frame. “What’s up?”
“Why the hell have you been here all weekend? Don’t you have some learning to get to?” She asks, wiggling her eyebrows.
“You’re an idiot,” I say, laughing.
Walking in her room, I close the door and sit on her bed with her.
“Oh no, it’s over isn’t it? You’re going to crush my fantasy,” she cries out.
I pick up a pillow and throw it at her. “You’re so dramatic. No it’s not over, we’ve both just had shit going on this weekend,” I say with a shrug.
“What’s going on?” she asks, knowing me all too well.
Pulling my knees to my chest, I rest my chin on them. “I just know he’s holding back.”
“About what?”
This is where my psychology major needs to come in. This is exactly what I want to do for a living. I need to peel the layers back, figure out what it is he’s holding back and why. He’s taught me well and I know I can do it. I need to ask the right questions to get the answers. It won’t be easy, that much I know. Not only does he know exactly how to hide it all, he knows when I’m trying to make a breakthrough. I just know this has something to do with that article he wrote and I’m determined to figure it out.
“I don’t know, but you know me, I love analyzing people,” I say with a smile.
With a small smile, she looks down at her phone. Her smile vanishes and she rolls her eyes. “Of course more training this week.”
“Oh please, you love it because you get to be with Coach Rearden.”
“Yeah a few weeks ago I did, but he’s still being an asshole. I’ve actually been glad when it’s the assistant coach. I mean if it was everyone getting his cold attitude I could handle it, but it’s just me. Even the other girls have mentioned it,” she says, texting away on her phone.
“Damn, I didn’t realize it had gotten so bad. Why don’t you say something to him?” I ask, feeling bad for her.
Dropping her phone on the bed, she shakes her head. “No, I’m not questioning him. I still have another year here unlike you. I’m not about to make it even worse.”
I feel bad, not only because he’s being an asshole to her, but because she’s had a crush on him for so long. I know for sure if it was Professor Grayson, I never would want to go to class.
* * *
The week has goneby fast as hell. Drake and I got together on Wednesday and started getting my internship resume together. It was scary, but I know it needs to be done. He wants me to get them out before Spring Break, which isn’t that far away. He made me dinner, which was amazing. He wasn’t kidding about being a good cook. Of course the night ended with me for dessert, which is always my favorite. This time though, he made sure we didn’t pass out. He’s not willing to let me get closer and I need that to change.
I’m starting to catch feelings for him. The way he looks at me, the way he gets my heart pounding, and the way I get goosebumps when he says my name, it’s happening. Maybe I’m wrong, but I feel like he’s starting to have feelings for me too. It’s definitely not something I’m willing to bring up to him though. If I’m wrong I run the risk of losing what we have altogether. So, for now we’ll do it his way and I’ll inch my way in.
It’s Friday and that means study group. Honestly, I get nothing out of it just a little extra time to stare at how hot Professor Grayson is, but I continue to come. Today though, I’ve decided to have a little fun. I’m excited and nervous for his reaction to it.
Walking into the room, I glance in his direction and he gives me a slight almost not noticeable grin. I’m not sure if it’s because he’s annoyed at something or if he just doesn’t want it noticed he gives me his attention. Either way, I’m about to dangerously push the limit.
He starts out as always asking if anyone needs help or has questions. Normally, no one says anything but today hands fly up. Figures when I want him in front of me he won’t be. He tells us to work on the homework he handed out, but I finished that before I came here. Now, I’m just sitting here pantiless with no professor to tease and no work to be done.
