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careful.
    She leaned forward on her elbows to make better eye contact. I felt the urge to shudder with disgust, but I resisted.
No. Not even close to being worth it.
    The brunette in front of me turned around and batted her lashes. “Hey, Travis. I hear there’s a date party coming up at Sig Tau.”
    “No,” I said without pause.
    Her bottom lip formed a pout. “But . . . when you told me about it, I thought you might want to go.”
    I laughed once. “I was bitching about it. Not the same.”
    The blonde next to me leaned forward. “Everyone knows Travis Maddox doesn’t go to date parties. You’re barking up the wrong tree, Chrissy.”
    “Oh yeah? Well, no one asked you,” Chrissy said with a frown.
    As the women argued back and forth, I noticed Abby rush in. She practically threw herself into a front-row desk just before the bell rang.
    Before I took a second to ask myself why, I grabbed my paper and popped my pen in my mouth, and then jogged down the steps, sliding into the desk next to her.
    The look on Abby’s face surpassed amusing, and for a reason I couldn’t explain, it caused adrenaline to rush through my body—the kind that I used to experience before a
fight.
    “Good. You can take notes for me.”
    She was utterly disgusted, and that only pleased me more. Most girls bored me outta my gourd, but this girl was intriguing. Entertaining, even. I didn’t faze her, at least not in a
positive way. My very presence seemed to make her want to puke, and I found that strangely endearing.
    The urge came over me to find out if it was really hate she felt for me, or if she was just a hard-ass. I leaned in close. “I’m sorry . . . did I offend you in some way?”
    Her eyes softened before she shook her head. She didn’t hate me. She just
wanted
to hate me. I was way ahead of her. If she wanted to play, I could play.
    “Then what is your problem?”
    She seemed embarrassed to say what came next. “I’m not sleeping with you. You should give up, now.”
    Oh yeah. This was going to be fun. “I haven’t asked you to sleep with me . . . have I?” I let my eyes drift to the ceiling, as if I had to think about it. “Why
don’t you come over with America tonight?”
    Abby’s lip turned up, as if she’d smelled something rotten.
    “I won’t even flirt with you, I swear.”
    “I’ll think about it.”
    I tried not to smile too much and give myself away. She wasn’t going to roll over like the vultures above. I glanced behind me, and they were all glaring at the back of Abby’s head.
They knew it as well as I did. Abby was different, and I was going to have to work for this one. For once.
    Three doodles of potential tattoos, and two dozen 3-D boxes later, class dismissed. I slid through the halls before anyone could stop me. I made good time, but Abby had somehow ended up outside,
a good twenty yards ahead of me.
    I’ll be damned. She was trying to avoid me. I quickened my pace until I was next to her. “Have you thought about it?”
    “Travis!” A girl said, playing with her hair. Abby kept going, leaving me stuck listening to this girl’s irritating babble.
    “Sorry, uh . . .”
    “Heather.”
    “Sorry, Heather . . . I’m . . . I’ve gotta go.”
    She wrapped her arms around me. I patted her backside, shrugged out of her grasp, and kept walking, wondering who she was.
    Before I could figure out who Heather was, Abby’s long, tan legs came into view. I popped a Marlboro into my mouth and jogged to her side. “Where was I? Oh yeah . . . you were
thinking.”
    “What are you talking about?”
    “Have you thought about coming over?”
    “If I say yes, will you quit following me?”
    I pretended to mull it over, and then nodded. “Yes.”
    “Then I’ll come over.”
    Bullshit. She wasn’t that easy. “When?”
    “Tonight. I’ll come over tonight.”
    I stopped midstep. She was up to something. I hadn’t anticipated her going on the offensive. “Sweet,” I said, playing off my