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And he got the map right, with the exception of putting France where the United Kingdom was supposed to be but I think he was just testing me on that one, because seriously.
I tossed an M&M at his mouth. It bounced off his lower lip. On the replay, I got the M&M in his mouth. He swallowed and shot forward, lowering his face next to mine. “Guess what?”
“What?” I leaned back.
He blinked two times. “Here comes your boyfriend.”
Looking over my shoulder, I spotted Cam entering the Den with not one girl but a girl on either side of him, gazing up at him like he was the last eligible, hot guy on campus. I rolled my eyes at Jacob. “He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Gurl, you got competition.” Jacob folded his arms on the table. “That’s Sally and Susan—beta, delta, boogie-sigma-chi-latte- VPs.”
Brit’s brows lowered. “That’s not even close to a sorority name.”
“Whatever.”
“It’s not a competition, because it’s not like that between us.” Slowly, surely, I looked over my shoulder. The trio had stopped by the couches. Cam was paying attention to whatever the two girls were saying to him. One of the girls, the blonde, had her hand on his chest and was moving it in tiny circles. My eyes narrowed. Was she giving him a breast exam? I turned back to Jacob.
He raised his brows.
“They can have him,” I said, throwing three Skittles in my mouth.
“I don’t get you two,” Brit said, closing her book. Study time was over. “You guys see each other practically every day, right?”
I nodded.
“He comes over every Sunday and makes you breakfast, right?” she added.
Jacob flipped me off. “I hate you for that.”
“Yeah, he does, but it’s not like that.” Thank God I never told them about him asking me out because I’d never hear the end of it then. “Look, we’re friends. That’s all.”
“Are you gay?” Jacob demanded.
“What?”
“Look, I’m the last person to judge your sexual preference. I mean, come on.” He jerked his thumbs back at him. “So are you gay?”
“No,” I said. “I’m not gay.”
“I’m not either, but I’d go gay for you.” Brit smiled.
“Thanks.” I giggled. “I’d go gay for you too.”
“How cute,” Jacob said. “Not the point. That fine, mother fucking specimen of a man is all up in you—oh my God, he’s ditched the ra-ra’s and is coming over.”
My stomach knotted and I prayed to God, Shiva, and Zeus that Jacob didn’t say anything that would make me want to kill him later.
“Damn,” Jacob said, shaking his head. “He makes jeans look like they were molded to fit his—hey, Cameron! How’s it going?”
I closed my eyes.
“Hey, Jacob. Brittany.” Cam dropped into the seat beside me and nudged my arm. “Avery.”
“Hey,” I murmured, acutely aware of Jacob and Brittany staring at us. I closed my text and shoved it in my bag. “What are you up to?”
“Oh, you know, mischief and mayhem,” he replied.
“That so reminds me of Harry Potter,” Brit said, sighing. “I need a re-read.”
