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"I asked my advisor for your schedule"

My jaw falls open "And she gave it to you?"

"He, actually And yep, he was happy to do it"

Disbelief and indignation le in my blood What the hell? The faculty can’t just hand out students’ schedules to anyone who asks for therit my teeth and decide that the al business will be suing this stupid college

"Did he give you my transcript too?" I mutter

"No And don’t worry, I’ passed around in flier-forave it to me because I play hockey"

"That’s supposed to ed jackass who gets special treatment because you skate around on the ice and win trophies?"

I take off walking, h that his strides eat up the ground and he’s beside retful "If it helps, I don’t noret favors Hell, I could’ve asked Dean for your schedule, but I figured you’d like that even less"

He’s right about that The thought of Tucker talking to Dean Di Laurentis about me makes my skin crawl

"Fine Well, you tracked me down What do you want, Tucker?" I walk faster

"What’s the hurry, darlin’?"

"My life," I muot twenty et some food in me before et in line at the sandwich stand, scanning the menu on the wall The student in front of us leaves the counter before Tucker can speak I hurriedly step forward to placefor ot this," he says, already drawing a twenty-dollar bill from his brown leather wallet

I don’t knohy, but that annoys me even more "First drinks at Malone’s, and now lunch? What, you’re trying to show off? Making sure I know you’ve got cash to spare?"

Hurt flickers in his deep brown eyes

Fuck I don’t knohy I’ he pulled favors to findfor , and now he’s in my face and I don’t like it

No, that’s not true I love having his face near ood, like sandalwood and citrus I want to burycoluh

But there’s no time for that Time is a concept that doesn’t exist ina distraction