Oh God, no.
Only one person called me that. I walked faster, ignoring him, hoping he’d give up and leave me alone. I felt safer when I reached the lecture hall, squeezing myself into the only available seat in the second row.
“Lockhart, my man!” the guy behind me yelled.
My head whipped around so fast I
felt dizzy.
Caleb was standing at the door, looking fresh and gorgeous in dark jeans and a gray sweater, sleeves rolled up exposing his forearms. His gaze was searching.
“What the hell are you doing here?” the guy asked. “You’re not in this class.”
That’s right! He shouldn’t be here. Isn’t there a rule that prohibits students from sitting in a class they’re not enrolled in?
“I definitely am today,” Caleb replied. His smile reached his ears when he spotted me. I whipped my eyes to the front, sending a silent prayer of gratitude that all the seats in my row were taken.
“See something I like,” he added.
I could hear the grin in his voice. I gritted my teeth. What was taking the professor so long? He should’ve been here by now.
“Veronica Strafford,” a quiet male voice whispered behind me.
I turned my head to check who it was. A classmate I’d never talked to flashed an amused smile as he handed me a folded piece of paper. I looked at it dumbly.
The guy’s black bangs covered one dark eye, while the other one gazed at me intently. “For you,” he said, shoving the paper in my hand when I didn’t reach for it.
My eyes shifted to Caleb. He was sitting two rows behind me, watching with laughter in his eyes. I turned to face the front again, crumpling the paper in my hand. When I felt a nudge on my back, I turned around and glared. It was the same guy again.
“He said read it, or he will exchange seats with the guy beside you.”
I clenched my teeth. I wanted to throw his note in his face, but I didn’t want to make a spectacle. I opened the note.
I’m NOT sorry I kissed you last night.
Caleb
I crushed the paper in my hand again, anger flaring in my chest.
“What did you give her?” I heard another male voice behind me. A different one this time. Good Lord, were all of Caleb’s teammates in this class? “A note? What’s on it?”
I was about to tear it up when someone plucked it out of my hands.
“Amos, you asshole! Come back here!” Caleb yelled, but he was laughing.
I watched in horror as Amos jumped on the stage, clearing his throat to get everyone’s attention.
“Passing notes in class like you’re in high school, eh?” He raised his brows, turning his gaze on me and grinning. “And you are?”
“Veronica Strafford!” someone yelled.
Why couldn’t I move? Or say something? I knew I had to do something, but I was paralyzed. It was like watching a train wreck happen in front of me.
“Let’s see then, Veronica… What do we have here?” he continued.
All the blood drained from my face as I watched him open the note, exaggerating every movement. His eyes widened before his voice boomed out to the entire class, “‘I’m not sorry I kissed you last night. Caleb.’”
I wanted to curl up and die.