King of Campus
“I can’t believe you were actually reading their lips.”
As I turn towards her, a small grin of satisfaction touches my mouth. Then I grab her hand again, pulling her to her feet. “Come on, we’d better get back to our table before someone hijacks both our computers.”
Again I hold her hand firmly within my own as we make our way back to the second floor. I really do like the soft feel of her skin pressed against my calloused palm. I almost don’t want to relinquish the hold I have on her. But once we reach the table, there’s no reason for me to keep holding it. So, rather reluctantly, I let her go. Once again she settles across from me.
For just a moment, we both look down at our laptops and the papers strewn across the table.
“Well, I think we’re off to a good start,” she finally says.
“Definitely.” Nodding in agreement, I start shutting down my computer. “So… you don’t mind handling the rest of this project on your own, do you?”
Her hands still right before her eyes slice to mine. For just a moment she doesn’t say a word. But I can’t hold in the laughter that’s already starting to vibrate within my chest.
Shaking her head, she says with just a hint of humor threading her voice, “You’re such a jerk.”
I’m still chuckling. “I’ve been called worse.”
She treats me to an actual smile. “I don’t doubt it.”
Standing up, I can’t resist holding my hand out to her one last time. “Come on, let’s get the hell out of here.”
Chapter Twelve
Now this is some seriously breaking news- Roan King was actually photographed several times in the company of a certain brown haired young woman. Does anyone know who the vixen in question is? KingOfCampus.com
“Oh my god,” Lexie squeals loudly before shaking me so hard that it’s entirely possible a few fillings in my teeth have loosened.
Groaning, I try knocking her off me. “What the hell, Lexie? It’s like seven in the morning. Get out of here.” I try rolling away from her sadistic tirade but she won’t stop molesting me.
“Get your ass up! You absolutely have to see this!” Her voice continues to rise in decibel.
“In an hour. I’ll see whatever it is you have to show me then.” I wave my hand towards the bedroom door. “Now get out of my room before I bludgeon you to death.” It’s not an idle threat either… I’ll do it.
Using both hands, she shakes me again until it feels like my brain is being scrambled. “You’re going to want to see this right now,” she promises.
Maybe the quickest way to get Lexie to vacate my room is to agree to her demands. The girl is acting like a damn lunatic. Which, in all honesty, isn’t her usual style.
“I’ve been getting text messages all morning.”
Still feeling blurry eyed, I finally hoist myself up into a sitting position. My hair is all over the place and I have to shove it out of my face so I can actually see her. Plus, I don’t have my contacts in. So, even without all the hair in my face, I still can’t see a damn thing.
“You woke me up to tell me how popular you are? This is hardly breaking news.” I try to lie back down as my eyes start to feather closed again.
“Wake up or I swear to God, I’ll slap you silly. Hell, I’m going to slap you silly for not telling me about this. I can’t believe I had to read about it on the freaking internet. Some friend you are,” she mutters.
Sure, she’s speaking English but it’s in no way coherent. What the hell is she even babbling about? It’s like she’s talking in riddles and I’m losing what little patience I have at seven o’clock in the morning. Which isn’t much. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“This!” And with that, she shoves the screen of her laptop in my face. But like I said, I can barely see without my glasses or contacts.
“Just a minute,” I grumble before stretching over to feel around on my nightstand for my black framed glasses. Attaching them to my face, I blink at the screen until it slowly comes into focus.
“How could you not tell me? I thought I was your best friend!” Lexie’s voice is pitched somewhere between petulant and irritated. Not to mention screechy. It’s starting to hurt my eardrums.
Slowly the images on her computer screen filter their way through my still groggy brain. As much as I’d like to look away, I can’t. It’s like a horrific car accident I can’t rip my eyes from.
Her hands go to her hips. “Don’t deny that it’s you.”