Russian Roulette (Russkaya Mafiya) Read Free Page B

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    Giggling, I flap the covers down to poke my head out. He has my heart racing excitedly and I know I won’t be able to drift off to sleep again. I blink rapidly a couple times to clear my eyes and quickly type back.
Me: Pop tart! Seriously?
Tate Masterson: LOL! Have a good day, sweet Emily…
Me: I will figure it out! You too!
    I can’t help the beaming smile I have after our short conversation. It’s been a really long time since someone has kind of flirted with me. Wait was that flirting? I think it was. My stomach flips, feeling a little giddy that he texted me after all.
    Now I need soda, some clothes and then I’m off to class again. This early morning crap is for the birds. I reach under my small bed to find my twenty-four pack of Coca-Cola and pop one open. I take the first refreshing drink before my feet even hit the floor. The little zip of caffeine always helps me prepare for the day.
    I brush my hair and blow-dry it slightly to get some creases out. Every time I sleep with it wet, I wake up looking like some crazed maniac. I go with a cute pink sundress, since I’m already in a happy mood. Pairing the dress with some tan wedges, since I’m barely pushing five foot-three inches, my look is complete. The shoes are the perfect help I need in the height department!
    I grab my drink and backpack on my way out the door. I hope I didn’t forget anything. I know my notes and stuff are in my bag, but I still get nervous. The college I came from was a little more laid back, so I’m trying to stay on my toes.
    I make my way to building 119 for my Biology course with no issues, thankfully. I really enjoy the walk over even if I am slightly paranoid. I’m still a little scatterbrained with this new school. I had printed out the school map before I started and studied it countless times.
    The green lawns of the university are so plush looking, I bet it would be comfortable to lie on and read a good book. I love how the sidewalks are lined with trees. They provide the perfect canopy of shade to escape some of the heat. Now if only there was a cool breeze to compliment it all.
    I get into the stuffy Biology classroom and make my way down the aisle between the desks. I weave through until I find the perfect spot. I hate sitting with people to my back, but I know I have to be able to hear in order to pass this class. I just pray I don’t end up having to dissect any creatures. That will be my breaking point.
    A deep voice attempts to catch my attention but I stare straight ahead, attempting to ignore him, “Pssst… Hey… Pssst… Hey, Hey!”
    OMG, it is way too early for any idiot to try to talk to me. After a few times, I glance back out of the corner of my eye. I don’t want to give them my full attention and egg them on.
    I’m met with blond hair and a sweet smirk. Oh! It’s Cameron! He’s sitting behind me, leaning his chair back on two legs.
    “Hey, Cameron. You’re going to hurt yourself!” I shake my head, chastising him. “I didn’t see you when I came in or I would have said hello.”
    He’s wearing his signature polo shirt; however, today it’s in a different shade of grey. His white ball cap is pulled down low over his blood shot eyes and he looks exhausted. I bet if he stood up he’d be in khaki shorts.
    He smirks, murmuring, “Hey, Goldilocks! It’s cool, come sit by me.”
    He didn’t seem so bad at dinner, so what the hell, why not. I pack my belongings back into my backpack and move beside him, attempting to quickly get resituated for this lecture. Surely this man won’t talk as much as Avery does this early. He looks way too tuckered out for any meaningful conversation.
    I scan the lecture hall and take in each of my classmates. I gaze at each face carefully, cataloging their features. He’s not here, you’re safe.
    “Gosh, I hope I do okay in this class.” I turn to him and smile a fake smile. No need for everyone to figure out I’m paranoid.
    “Yeah, no kidding. Why do you