that night, and she’d followed him into this very room. They’d kissed for what seemed like hours before Brandon, searching for his girlfriend, finally walked in on them. He was probably reliving that humiliation over and over again. No wonder he was acting weird.
Brandon opened his mouth to reply, when a loud buzzing stopped him. He fumbled in the pocket of his jacket for his phone. Was he taking a
call
after practically begging her to join her project? Glancing at the number, his face completely lit up. “Heyyyy,” he said in a lowered voice, reflexively turning his back on Callie for some privacy. “I was just thinking about you.”
Callie’s jaw dropped. He was taking a call from his Swiss girlfriend? How rude. Quickly, Callie tried to look busy, shuffling through her papers and jotting down notes on the questions.
Brandon leaned his elbows on one of the glass display tables that housed a priceless medieval prayer book, something that would have given Mr. Gruber a heart attack. Tiny signs that read NO LEANING in florid cursive writing were taped all over the cases. “Nothing much. I’m just working with Callie on this project about love, interviewing people and stuff…. Callie? Yeah, but… that’s ancient history.” There was a pause, then he laughed. “Yes, exactly.”
Callie dropped her notebook to the floor with a slap. She’d never felt more insulted. Since when did Brandon think of her as
ancient history
? It hadn’t been that long ago that they dated. And she wasn’t ancient
anything
.
Brandon held the phone to his ear with one hand as he casually ran his fingers across the parchment-colored globe in the center of the room. He had an annoying grin on his handsome face. As he spun the globe on its axis, the continents and oceans blurring together, Callie noticed the way his shirt tightened against his biceps. Had he been working out?
Irritated, she marched toward him and held out her wrist, angrily tapping at the spot where a watch would be if she wore one. An amused look crossed Brandon’s face before he turned away again. “Look, Hellie, I’ve got to go. We’re in the middle of something. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” Reluctantly, he ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket.
“I need you to focus, Brandon, if you want to work with me on this.” Callie was amazed at how bitchy she sounded. She took a deep breath.
“Yes, Captain.” Brandon replied, giving her a mock salute. He smiled cheerfully, but for once his clear green eyes were totally devoid of the look of puppy-dog longing she was used to seeing there.
And somehow, it made him look even more handsome.
Callie shook her head clear. Was it the weird, oxygen-heavy air in here that was making her feel light-headed? Because she couldn’t possibly be attracted to Brandon Buchanan again.
Could she?
Email Inbox
From:
[email protected]
To:
Women of Waverly list
Date:
Tuesday, January 4, 9:15 P.M.
Subject:
The Science of Love
Hey, Ladies!
Wanna help me out by participating in my Jan Plan project on LOVE? I know everyone has an opinion on the topic. So, please join me to answer some thoughtful questions tomorrow afternoon from 2-4 pm at Reynolds Atrium. Snacks will be provided!
Thanks,
Callie
9
A WAVERLY OWL ISN’T AFRAID TO PLUNGE INTO A NEW PROJECT .
T insley pushed open the steamed-up door to the Waverly Athletic Club on Tuesday afternoon, her red canvas yoga bag slung over her shoulder. Mabel Moody, a senior Tinsley had taken Italian with, was teaching an Ashtanga yoga class as her Jan Plan project.
So
much better than calculus. Tinsley had a few hours before she had to e-mail her Jan Plan proposal to her adviser, and she planned to think it all through while in Downward-Facing Dog.
Tinsley flashed her ID card at the check-in desk. A senior jock named Bradley waved her through, barely glancing up from his iPhone screen. She strode across the lobby, heading for the girls’ locker room just
Brandon opened his mouth to reply, when a loud buzzing stopped him. He fumbled in the pocket of his jacket for his phone. Was he taking a
call
after practically begging her to join her project? Glancing at the number, his face completely lit up. “Heyyyy,” he said in a lowered voice, reflexively turning his back on Callie for some privacy. “I was just thinking about you.”
Callie’s jaw dropped. He was taking a call from his Swiss girlfriend? How rude. Quickly, Callie tried to look busy, shuffling through her papers and jotting down notes on the questions.
Brandon leaned his elbows on one of the glass display tables that housed a priceless medieval prayer book, something that would have given Mr. Gruber a heart attack. Tiny signs that read NO LEANING in florid cursive writing were taped all over the cases. “Nothing much. I’m just working with Callie on this project about love, interviewing people and stuff…. Callie? Yeah, but… that’s ancient history.” There was a pause, then he laughed. “Yes, exactly.”
Callie dropped her notebook to the floor with a slap. She’d never felt more insulted. Since when did Brandon think of her as
ancient history
? It hadn’t been that long ago that they dated. And she wasn’t ancient
anything
.
Brandon held the phone to his ear with one hand as he casually ran his fingers across the parchment-colored globe in the center of the room. He had an annoying grin on his handsome face. As he spun the globe on its axis, the continents and oceans blurring together, Callie noticed the way his shirt tightened against his biceps. Had he been working out?
Irritated, she marched toward him and held out her wrist, angrily tapping at the spot where a watch would be if she wore one. An amused look crossed Brandon’s face before he turned away again. “Look, Hellie, I’ve got to go. We’re in the middle of something. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” Reluctantly, he ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket.
“I need you to focus, Brandon, if you want to work with me on this.” Callie was amazed at how bitchy she sounded. She took a deep breath.
“Yes, Captain.” Brandon replied, giving her a mock salute. He smiled cheerfully, but for once his clear green eyes were totally devoid of the look of puppy-dog longing she was used to seeing there.
And somehow, it made him look even more handsome.
Callie shook her head clear. Was it the weird, oxygen-heavy air in here that was making her feel light-headed? Because she couldn’t possibly be attracted to Brandon Buchanan again.
Could she?
Email Inbox
From:
[email protected]
To:
Women of Waverly list
Date:
Tuesday, January 4, 9:15 P.M.
Subject:
The Science of Love
Hey, Ladies!
Wanna help me out by participating in my Jan Plan project on LOVE? I know everyone has an opinion on the topic. So, please join me to answer some thoughtful questions tomorrow afternoon from 2-4 pm at Reynolds Atrium. Snacks will be provided!
Thanks,
Callie
9
A WAVERLY OWL ISN’T AFRAID TO PLUNGE INTO A NEW PROJECT .
T insley pushed open the steamed-up door to the Waverly Athletic Club on Tuesday afternoon, her red canvas yoga bag slung over her shoulder. Mabel Moody, a senior Tinsley had taken Italian with, was teaching an Ashtanga yoga class as her Jan Plan project.
So
much better than calculus. Tinsley had a few hours before she had to e-mail her Jan Plan proposal to her adviser, and she planned to think it all through while in Downward-Facing Dog.
Tinsley flashed her ID card at the check-in desk. A senior jock named Bradley waved her through, barely glancing up from his iPhone screen. She strode across the lobby, heading for the girls’ locker room just
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