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Jersey Girl (Sticks & Hearts #1)(13)
Rhonda James

It takes everything I have not to pretend I don't hear her and keep walking. Instead, I stop and wait for her to catch up, because my mom raised a gentleman. "Hey, Summer. How've you been?"

"Boy, you sure know how to make a girl work for it." She gives my arm a playful smack. "So, are you going to Jake's party next month?"

"Uh, I wasn't planning on it. I guess it depends on my schedule. It's his birthday, right?" I ease my arm from her grasp and grip the back of my neck.

"Oh, yeah, and it's going to be out of control. You simply have to go. Parties just aren't the same when you're not there." She curls her overly glossed lips down in a pout while batting her lashes. While I'm sure this look leaves many guys falling at her feet, I couldn't be less interested if I tried.

"I'll consider it," I lie and turn to make my escape.

"Wait! I was wondering if you wanted to grab a cup of coffee. I have an hour to kill before my next class."

I've just opened my mouth to politely decline when my phone vibrates, saving me from hurting her feelings.

"Sorry, Summer. I have to answer this. Maybe some other time." I hurry away while opening the text.

Unknown: Hey there, B. Was hoping u might have time 2 discuss tutoring.

Me: Umm... Who's this, and how'd u get my #?

Unknown: Oh, this is Ca

Me: Don't know anyone by that name.

Unknown: Oops. This is Candy. I got your # off a study sheet.

Candy? Candy? I stop walking and rack my brain to remember if I know anyone by that name and decide it's a definite no. Then I begin drumming up an image of Candy. With a name like that, I can probably assume she's another member of the 'fake' club. And I'm fairly certain she probably has bubble gum pink hair. Probably not a fair assumption, but I'm thinking it's a safe bet.

Me: Sorry, Candy. Don't think I can help.

Her: Why not?

Me: Busy playing hockey.

Her: But ur good at calculus?

For crying out loud. This chick obviously can't take a hint. I aced calculus last year. Just because I'm good at it doesn't mean I feel like helping someone who isn't.

Me: Well, yeah, but that's not the point.

Her: It is for me. There's a test next Friday I NEED 2 pass. After that, ur in the clear.

Me: That's where ur wrong. I'm already in the clear.

Her: So... No?

Me: Afraid so.

Her: Bummer. I was hoping 2 pass that test.

Me: Ask someone else.

Her: No can do, B-man. I heard ur the best, and that's what I want.

Me: What can I say? I am pretty good.

Her: See! This is why I need u. Come on, B. Just a few hours of your time. I promise 2 make it worth your while.

Me: Did u just proposition me?

Her: What? God no! I just meant I'd buy all the coffee u can drink.

Me: Too bad. I was almost ready 2 cave. Wish I could help...

Her: If u change your mind, I'll be the crying blonde hanging out at Comet.

Me: Ur funny. I like that. Nice chatting with u.

Her: U 2 B. Hope we can meet sometime and not talk math.

Me: Sure. Maybe. Well, bye.

I stare down at my phone and laugh. I'm beginning to think I may have judged Candy too hastily. She seemed... Well... She seemed sweet.



We're only three weeks into the first semester and I'm already struggling. In my haste to get enrolled, I'd piled on way too many tough credits. Music composition, calculus, American government. Ugh! Could my schedule get any worse? The only bright spot, other than comp class, is the psychology class I share with Brantley. We're surrounded by two hundred students, but there was no mistaking when he sauntered through the door on our first day of class. I don't believe he's even aware we're in the same class, but it doesn't surprise me. He's done everything he can to avoid running into me. On the few occasions I've stopped by Scott's to say hello, Brantley's either been out, or has chosen to remain hidden upstairs. So, each day I sit in the same seat, safely tucked between two football players, which is where I am today.

I'm not going to lie. Running into him at the bar had shaken me up. Just the feel of his body under my hands made me weak in the knees. Hell, just touching him would have been enough to make my head spin, but add that I've previously kissed him and seen him completely naked, and I turned into a complete mess. Then that redhead had to go and ruin everything. I don't know who she is, but the way he treated me after she joined us left me feeling humiliated.

When the psych lecture is over, I hold back and scowl as I look over my calculus notes. I'm really struggling in this class, and there's a test a week from Friday I really need to pass. I swear this professor is out to make my life a living hell. The class has only met six times, and we've already had two quizzes, both of which I nearly failed.

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