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“I guess so. I could hang out for an hour or two.” Posey looks at Zoe, who nods and tries to look disinterested. I can tell she’s anything but. She’s barely stopped looking at Dean since he sat down.

“Awesome. Ten o’clock? I’ll send you all my address.” We exchange contact info, and with each passing second, my determination strengthens. I’m not going to spend all my time here talking to people over a computer. I can’t live my whole life locked up.

Once class is dismissed, Dean winks at me. “Let me know if you need any help getting out tonight. I could always come over and talk to Frankenstein for you.”

“Thanks, but I have it handled.” He really is cute, and he’s pretty nice, too. I mean, only a real idiot would think all he wants to do is talk about school stuff, but I don’t care. That’s not all I’m here for. I’m not trying to lose my virginity to this guy or anything, but drinking and flirting is another story.

“What the fuck was that?” Zeke growls over the top of my head when I meet him at the back of the room. I can only imagine he’s looking at Dean. “Who’s that asshole?”

“He’s part of my study group. God, relax.”

“I saw the way he was looking at you.”

“Good for you. I guess you don’t need glasses yet. Your eyes are working just fine.” I make it a point to speed walk away from the desks to the end of the hall and down the steps. He has no choice but to follow me, which means he can’t hang around and start trouble with Dean.

“You know he doesn’t give a shit about sociology, right? That’s not what he wants to study.”

“Would you get over it? We’re doing a group project, the way everybody else is. Jesus, you’d think this was the Middle Ages or some shit. Like I’m not allowed to talk to any males except for you and maybe my professors.” He only growls again, muttering under his breath. There’s no need to ask him to repeat himself, and honestly, I don’t care.

I’m going out tonight. I’m going to live like a normal person.

Now, all I have to do is figure out how to make that happen.