“Oh, one more thing before you go,” Longmire says. “Every Friday in recitation, there will be a ten-question quiz on the week’s lessons. I highly suggest you study for these as half the questions are essay.”
I glance at Irie, who doesn’t seem the least bit fazed by any of this.
Quizzes have never been my strong suit. Shit, who am I kidding? Academics have never been my strong suit. But I’ll be damned if I look like a C-average moron in front of my partner.
In front of her.
Following Irie toward the exit, I catch her before she disappears into the crowd like last time. “Hey, we should probably study for that quiz.”
“I knew you were going to say that,” she says as we walk together, her emotionless stare focused ahead.
“Tomorrow night,” I say.
She’s quiet at first, striding through the crowd to the building’s exit, but I keep up with her, damn near shoulder to shoulder.
“All right,” she says, exhaling. “When?”
“Six,” I say.
Her lips press together. “Fine. We’ll meet at the library.”
I’m sure she assumed I was going to invite her to my place, but my loudmouthed roommates would ruin this careful song and dance we’re in the midst of in two seconds flat by making some smart-ass comment.
I can’t risk that.
We step into the daylight, sneakers soft against the sidewalk. People gawk at us walking together, and a couple of girls size her up with envious scoffs, though Irie doesn’t seem to notice. Or if she does, she doesn’t care.
“Cool. It’s a date,” I say.
Irie shoots me a look. “No, it’s not.”
Her full cherry lips wrestle the smallest hint of a smirk.
I give her a wink and then I head west to my next class.
I don’t care what she says, it’s a date.
And it’s going to be the hottest fucking date she’s ever had.
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