Can't Fix Cupid

Every head in the room turns back to look at me, and I notice that half of them are already on their feet and collecting their things because class is already over.

Dammit.

I rush forward anyway, right up to Professor Sokolov, who eyes me curiously. “Class was just ending. Can I help you?” he asks.

“Sorry for being late.”

The professor eyes me curiously. “I wasn’t informed of any new students transferring into my class.”

Oh, right.

“I guess the god of knowledge doesn’t work in the admissions department, am I right?” I quip.

Other students roll their eyes at my lame joke, but Professor Sokolov cracks a smile at that, because we’re mythology homies.

“Anyway, here you go,” I say, pulling out my stack of papers and shoving them into his hands.

He looks down with a confused frown, his white brows pulling together. “What’s this?”

“It’s all of the assignments you’ve set for the past two months,” I explain. “I worked particularly hard on the subject of Eros. He’s kind of my idol.”

He starts thumbing through the papers, his brows almost raising all the way to his receding hairline. “Wow, I’m impressed.

”

I shrug nonchalantly, even though I worked my ass off on those assignments. I did everything from memory too, and Blue let me use her phone for the research.

“You’re a very good teacher, Professor S,” I tell him with a pat on the arm. “If you ever need a Love Match, I’m your girl.”

He looks at me like he has no idea what to say.

“Anyway, have a good day! Don’t let that Slacker Katie Asspants Welsh get you down.”

I hear a gasp behind me right alongside a pop of gum. “Hey!”

I look back to see Katie standing with her hands on her cocked hips, her jaw smacking on the gum while her eyes are narrowed on me.

“You should really sit in the back row with the rest of the slackers,” I tell her, waving a hand to the students in the back. They don’t say anything, because they’re too busy napping on their desks. Case in point.

She bristles in her stretchy pants. “I’m not that bad.”

The professor and I give her a look like, don’t even try, bitch.

I hold up a fist for him to bump. He just stares at it with confusion until I drop it. Baby steps.

When I notice the time on the clock hanging behind him, I know I have to get going already. I want to get back to Knight Enterprises in time to surprise Warren for lunch.

“Got to go, Professor. Keep on keepin’ on,” I encourage him before turning to head back up the stairs.

Katie shoots me a dirty look over her shoulder as she walks in front of me, her velvety pants hugging her ass with the word Juicy on it.

When she goes through the door and then purposely slams it closed right in front of me, I grit my teeth.

Oh, hell no.

With a huff, I yank it open and follow her into the hall.

Then I look around, grab the first nerdy dude I can find, and blow a shit ton of Lust Breath in their faces. Because what better way to get revenge on Slacker Katie than make her fall in lust with a total nerd? I grin to myself for this master plan. It’s gonna be epic.