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between me and Andrew stopped mattering the moment he became our peer leader. And Spencer? Don’t get me started. You’re the one who has eyes for him.”
    “Had,” Katy corrects. “Not anymore.”
    “Give me a break. Why would you tell him about Andrew otherwise?”
    “I thought I was doing you a favor!”
    “A favor,” I repeat dryly.
    “Okay, look, I’m sorry. Jeez. If you ask, I won’t say another word about you to Spencer.”
    “Thank you,” I sigh. Then I look at her sideways. “What’s a loonie?”
     
     

Chapter Nine
     
    I don’t want to miss out on any part of the college experience. So, unlike Katy, I decide to do some “shopping” this week. She’d gone through it last year, anyway.
    I look through the course catalogue for classes that interest me. A few catch my eye. I mark their locations on a campus map and head out.
    The first three I go to are unremarkable. The fourth is where things become interesting.
    I sit down in the packed auditorium just as the professor walks to the podium. “Good morning, everyone,” he begins. I pull out my Mac and start taking notes.
    Halfway through lecture I feel someone plop down in the seat beside me. I look over for a sec, then jerk my eyes back to the screen. It’s Spencer.
    He leans back and kicks his legs up. He doesn’t say anything. I pretend he’s not there.
    The professor keeps talking. But Spencer, damn him, is distracting me. Oh, he might be not doing anything directly, but his presence alone is enough to throw me off.
    I can’t take the tension anymore. I look over. “What are you doing?” I hiss.
    Spencer blinks, and has the nerve to look surprised. “What does it look like I’m doing?” He motions vaguely to the front of the room. “Attending class.”
    I hate the dimple in his cheek that shows when he smiles. It gives him a boyish look at odds with his I-don’t-give-a-shit demeanor. It’s irritatingly disarming.
    I’m determined not to fall for that casual indifference. “Why are you following me?”
    Spencer smirks and chokes down a chuckle. “Someone’s got a high opinion of herself.”
    “Why else would you be here?”
    “Maybe I’m just checking out classes. Like everyone else?”
    I snort. “Do you think I’m an idiot?”
    Spencer leans close. His arm brushes mine. I steady myself against the jolt that runs through me from his touch. I will not give him the satisfaction of pulling away. “Do you hate all men, or is it just me?”
    I smile through clenched teeth. “I’d say it’s a just-you thing.”
    “Well, we’ll have to work on that, won’t we?” He touches my hand. I twist my shoulder to break the contact before I can think. He chuckles. “Still jumpy as always.”
    I grind my teeth in frustration. I look at the empty cursor blinking on my screen. I’d already missed a good five minutes of lecture because of Spencer.
    I shake my head to drop my hair over my face, creating a dark curtain between him and me. If he won’t leave me alone, maybe I can ignore him until he gets the hint.
    I focus on the slides the professor puts up. Spencer doesn’t say a word. I can feel his presence, though. It’s grating. I do all I can to ignore him.
    I don’t have to look to know that he has that stupid smirk on his face. God, why can’t he just leave me alone?
    Even worse, why can’t I stop thinking about him?
    I try to clear my mind and concentrate on the lecture. It doesn’t work. Having Spencer nearby does something to me. It’s like having an itch in the middle of your back that you can’t quite reach. Not the end of the world, but irritating nonetheless.
    It doesn’t help that I can smell him with every breath I take. His aftershave. His spicy cologne. His man smell.
    I breathe through my mouth so I won’t be affected. That just makes things worse. My mind flashes back to the first time I saw Spencer. To the way our eyes met. To the hungry gaze he directed at me. Katy’s experienced him. I wonder what