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“What stuff?” he asks.
“Um, your supplies?” I cock an eyebrow. “To take notes. A computer? A notebook? A pen to write things down on your arm, perhaps?”
“Nah.” He waves a hand. “I’m good.”
“If you say so,” I mutter, shrugging as I press the button to mute my phone. Penn hasn’t replied yet, and I don’t need my phone beeping in the middle of a lecture and pissing off the professor.
“I haven’t opened a book or taken a note since I started college,” he tells me, settling back in his seat. “I kind of just... remember things.”
I turn around in my seat and stare at him. “Seriously? What year are you?”
“Sophomore. You?”
“Same. You’ve really never opened a book?”
He smiles, flashing those damned dimples again, and my tummy fills with butterflies.
“Nope, never.”
“Interesting. Do they just pass you in every class because you’re an athlete, then?”
Eli’s dark eyebrows shoot up. “What? No. I’ve got an A average. No one’s ever passed me just because I’m a jock.”
“Hmm.” I muse. “So, you just remember everything?”
“I do.”
“Are you some kind of genius or something?”
Eli laughs. “Why? Do you need help writing your paper?”
“Yeah, no. I’m good, thanks.”
The professor enters the room, and the talking around us ceases. Eli gives me a wink as the lecture begins, and I immediately turn away and open my laptop, determined to ignore the butterflies that seem to have taken up permanent residence in my belly.
Damn him and his freaking dimples.
I do my best to focus for the next hour and fifteen minutes as the professor drones on, but it’s a major struggle. Every so often, I feel Eli’s gaze land on me, but I somehow manage to keep my eyes on my laptop or the blackboard at the front of the class.
Yes, he’s super-hot, but the last thing I need is to crush on an unattainable jock.
When our professor finally dismisses the class, I close the lid of my laptop and pack up, doing my best to stifle a yawn.
Mandi’s obnoxious workout routine had been extended today to include meditation chanting, and instead of losing an hour of sleep, I’d lost almost two. I need a cup of coffee the size of my head and a big-ass brownie if I’m going to make it through the rest of my day.
“Where are you headed?” Eli asks, interrupting my thoughts. Most of the class is already on their way out of the lecture hall, but he hasn’t moved from his chair.
I flick my gaze in his direction. Okay, no one should be able to look that good wearing a simple black t-shirt and blue jeans. It’s almost criminal.
“To the cafeteria for coffee. I’m sleep deprived, if you couldn’t tell, and I’ve got some time to kill before my next class.”
“Am I supposed to be able to tell?”
“Considering I look like a walking laundry hamper, I thought it would be obvious.”
I’d only had time to throw on an old pair of jeans and my gray Oakmire U sweatshirt when I rolled out of bed this morning, then I’d tied my hair in a messy topknot before dashing out the door.
Eli gives me an odd look and cocks an eyebrow.
