“I’ll see you at lunch,” he winked.
I fell against my seat and sighed, trying to shake off the tingling between my thighs.
I labored through Calculus, and when class was over I noticed Parker standing against the wall by the door.
“Parker,” I nodded, determined not to give him the reaction he was hoping for.
“I know you’re with him. He doesn’t have to violate you in front of an entire class on my account.”
I stopped in my tracks and poised to attack. “Then maybe you should stop telling your frat brothers that I’m calling you. You’re going to push him too far, and I’m not going to feel sorry for you when he puts his boot in your ass.”
He wrinkled his nose. “Listen to you. You’ve been around Travis too much.”
“No, this is me. It’s just a side of me you know nothing about.”
“You didn’t exactly give me a chance, did you?”
I sighed. “I don’t want to fight with you, Parker. It just didn’t work out, okay?”
“No, it’s not okay. You think I enjoy being the laughingstock of Eastern? Travis Maddox is the one we all appreciate because he makes us look good. He uses girls, tosses them aside, and even the biggest jerks at Eastern look like Prince Charming after Travis.”
“When are you going to open your eyes and realize that he’s different now?”
“He doesn’t love you, Abby. You’re a shiny new toy. Although, after the scene he made in class, I’m assuming you’re not all that shiny anymore.”
I slapped his face with a loud smack before I realized what I’d done.
“If you would have waited two seconds, I could have saved you the effort, Pidge,” Travis said, pulling me behind him.
I grabbed his arm. “Travis, don’t.”
Parker looked a bit nervous as a perfect red outline of my hand appeared on his cheek.
“I warned you,” Travis said, shoving Parker violently against the wall.
Parker’s jaws tensed and he glared at me. “Consider this closure, Travis. I can see now that you two are made for each other.”
“Thanks,” Travis said, hooking his arm around my shoulders.
Parker pushed himself from the wall and quickly rounded the corner descend the stairs with a quick glance to make sure Travis didn’t follow.
“Are you okay?” Travis asked.
“My hand stings.”
He smiled. “That was badass, Pidge. I’m impressed.”
“He’ll probably sue me and I’ll end up paying his way into Harvard. What are you doing here? I thought we were meeting in the cafeteria?”
One side of his mouth pulled up in an impish grin. “I couldn’t concentrate in class. I’m still feelin’ that kiss.”
I looked down the hall and then to him. “Come with me.”
His eyebrows pulled together over his smile. “What?”
I walked backward, pulling him along until I felt the knob of the Physics lab. The door swung open, and I glanced behind me, seeing that it was empty and dark. I tugged on his hand, giggling at his confused expression, and then locked the door, pushing him against it.
I kissed him and he chuckled. “What are you doin’?”