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Bevin

“So likeeeee,” I hedged as I glanced around. “What do we dooooo?”

“I don’t actually know,” Nigel admitted awkwardly. We’d met when he’d protected me from some assholes in our Physical Training I class while the teacher and his lackeys just watched what was going on. He was popular in our grade for being nice and helpful to everyone.

And being handsome.

Nigel was definitely handsome with his dirty blond hair, green eyes, and he was scary but in a sexy way. If that made sense? He was shy but didn’t take shit and a lot of women liked that.

I liked that, even if I wanted us to be only friends while everyone else acted like him being one of the points of my star was a done deal.

He cleared his throat. “Do you want to dance?”

“I don’t really know how to dance,” I admitted. “Do you?”

“No, I just thought women liked to dance,” he mumbled.

I snorted. “My sisters are graceful and learned. I look like a broken robot, and for once my family weren’t being mean to say that. I have seen myself in the mirror. It’s accurate.”

“I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

“No, it is.” I sighed. “It really is. I mean, I guess I could be taught—not the point.”

“I wouldn’t really want to do it here with people who would judge either,” he said under his breath and leaned in more. “Plus, it’s weird that the dance floor is the hallway, right?”

“I have no idea,” I grumbled. “So do we like get a drink?”

“I don’t drink,” he admitted. “I mean we have water.”

And I had only really drank alcohol once. I wasn’t sure I was comfortable with open cups on a table filled with whatever when I didn’t know how to use the right magic to test what was in them.

Something to add to the never-ending list to learn.

“We should learn how to test if drinks are safe,” Nigel mumbled, reading my mind once again.

Actually, that was probably just a smart thing to think of and most freshmen would consider that after their first college party. Right?

I let out another heavy sigh. “We are such dorks. Seriously.”

He didn’t respond for a moment and then leaned in even more, his breath tickling my ear. “Are we though? I mean… Is this really supposed to be fun?”

I glanced around the dorm party to celebrate midterms being over and honestly wasn’t sure. Morrigan University wasn’t like in the movies or what I’d seen in shows—and, by extension, its dorms or parties. Then again… They needed more room for angles and whatever.

This was just too many people cramped into rooms, dancing in the too-small hallway, calling it a party. Each room had a different drink you were supposed to try. Maybe?

Oh, and apparently when they said to bring something, it was booze. They didn’t say that, but the “hosts” looked at us weird when we came overloaded with a bunch of food.

How could a party not have food? I brought a lot of party food.

And yet, it was gone. All eaten.

So I was weird for having brought it, but it was devoured within a half an hour and… Righhhhhhhht.

“We didn’t even get any of the food you brought, we’re drinking the bottled water we had to go buy from vending machines ourselves, and no one has even like tried to talk to us,” Nigel whispered in my ear. “I really don’t think it’s us.”

I snorted. “They’ve tried to talk to you a lot, but look the other way when they see me. I’m the problem.”