He was seriously not my type."
"Not your type?" I sit up, bunching the covers near my waist. My gaze once again flickers to the jeans.
"It's really bothering you, isn't it?" Star follows my eyes.
"Oh, hell. Just pick them up," I say, exasperated.
Giggling, Star shoves o ff her covers, and slides off the bed.
While she collects the jeans, I plow on. "Forrest is exactly the kind of guy you usually go for. So, what gives?" I think back to the disastrous double date with Star and Forrest. He was such a nice guy, but she didn’t even give him a chance.
Star tosses the jeans inside the hamper and then jumps back up on to her bed. The light in the room is dim, the blinds closed. Voices ring out in the hall.
"Maybe my taste in boys has changed since we came here. Yours certainly has."
"Meaning?"
"Oh, come on. Ryker is not like the guys you usually date. I doubt he has a country club membership, and I don't think he can afford to shop at a fancy boutique. He's not exactly the kind of guy you can bring home and introduce to Dr. Vega."
Her words ring true and cause my stomach to ache. As much as I hate to admit it, Ryker is the first guy I've actually been able to envision myself staying with long term. Only I know it'll never work out with him. My parents will never accept my relationship with a struggling musician. Then again, maybe he has more going for him than just that. I make a mental note to ask him what his major is and what plans he has for after graduation.
"Not to mention the fact that he seems to be falling for you , and you haven't pushed him away yet," Star points out.
I groan, my fingers finding the edge of my comforter. Slipping my fingers beneath it, I fiddle with the soft fabric nervously. "I tried. I talked to him about it the other night."
"Don't tell me you shared your whole phil osophy on never falling in love."
I squirm beneath her knowing gaze.
"Lola, you didn't."
Nodding, I flash her a wry smile.
"How did he take it?" Star stretches her legs out under her comforter and rests her head against the wall.
"He sort of took it like a challenge." My whole body warms, thinking of our conversation in the coffee shop.
"Lola Vega," Star says with a smile. "I think you may have finally met your match."
Met my match indeed. In the late afternoon, I emerge from my final class to find Ryker leaning against the wall. Elbowing my way through the other students all filing out of the classroom at the same time, I make my way toward him. He pushes off the wall when I approach. He presses a kiss to my temple and snakes his arm around my waist, fitting perfectly under my backpack.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, leaning my head against his shoulder.
"I missed you," he says simply, and I'm stunned by the brazen response. Most guys do not admit when they miss a girl. At least not in my experience.
"I thought you had class tonight?"
A couple of days a week Ryker had class in the evening, so he could stay up late the night before for gigs or rehearsal or whatever.
"I do, but that still leaves me with a couple of hours with you." His arm tightens around me. "Think you can spare a couple of hours for me?"
"I guess I can fit you into my schedule," I tease. The truth is that I am a stickler for my schedule. I hate doing things spontaneously. I like things well planned out. But right now there's nowhere I'd rather be than here with Ryker.
" Hungry?" he asks.
"A little," I say coyly.
"Then I think it's my turn to have your remedy." He allows his arm to slide out from around my waist. Then he grabs my hand and yanks me forward. We step out of the hallway, away from the crowd of students. "C'mon."
Curious as to what he's up to, I follow behind him. He leads me out to the parking lot, and together we weave our way in and out of cars until we get to his Honda. Cars skid past us, and students race by.
"So, where are you going to take me in your rockstar mobile?" I tease.
Ryker circles his arms around my waist
"Not your type?" I sit up, bunching the covers near my waist. My gaze once again flickers to the jeans.
"It's really bothering you, isn't it?" Star follows my eyes.
"Oh, hell. Just pick them up," I say, exasperated.
Giggling, Star shoves o ff her covers, and slides off the bed.
While she collects the jeans, I plow on. "Forrest is exactly the kind of guy you usually go for. So, what gives?" I think back to the disastrous double date with Star and Forrest. He was such a nice guy, but she didn’t even give him a chance.
Star tosses the jeans inside the hamper and then jumps back up on to her bed. The light in the room is dim, the blinds closed. Voices ring out in the hall.
"Maybe my taste in boys has changed since we came here. Yours certainly has."
"Meaning?"
"Oh, come on. Ryker is not like the guys you usually date. I doubt he has a country club membership, and I don't think he can afford to shop at a fancy boutique. He's not exactly the kind of guy you can bring home and introduce to Dr. Vega."
Her words ring true and cause my stomach to ache. As much as I hate to admit it, Ryker is the first guy I've actually been able to envision myself staying with long term. Only I know it'll never work out with him. My parents will never accept my relationship with a struggling musician. Then again, maybe he has more going for him than just that. I make a mental note to ask him what his major is and what plans he has for after graduation.
"Not to mention the fact that he seems to be falling for you , and you haven't pushed him away yet," Star points out.
I groan, my fingers finding the edge of my comforter. Slipping my fingers beneath it, I fiddle with the soft fabric nervously. "I tried. I talked to him about it the other night."
"Don't tell me you shared your whole phil osophy on never falling in love."
I squirm beneath her knowing gaze.
"Lola, you didn't."
Nodding, I flash her a wry smile.
"How did he take it?" Star stretches her legs out under her comforter and rests her head against the wall.
"He sort of took it like a challenge." My whole body warms, thinking of our conversation in the coffee shop.
"Lola Vega," Star says with a smile. "I think you may have finally met your match."
Met my match indeed. In the late afternoon, I emerge from my final class to find Ryker leaning against the wall. Elbowing my way through the other students all filing out of the classroom at the same time, I make my way toward him. He pushes off the wall when I approach. He presses a kiss to my temple and snakes his arm around my waist, fitting perfectly under my backpack.
"What are you doing here?" I ask, leaning my head against his shoulder.
"I missed you," he says simply, and I'm stunned by the brazen response. Most guys do not admit when they miss a girl. At least not in my experience.
"I thought you had class tonight?"
A couple of days a week Ryker had class in the evening, so he could stay up late the night before for gigs or rehearsal or whatever.
"I do, but that still leaves me with a couple of hours with you." His arm tightens around me. "Think you can spare a couple of hours for me?"
"I guess I can fit you into my schedule," I tease. The truth is that I am a stickler for my schedule. I hate doing things spontaneously. I like things well planned out. But right now there's nowhere I'd rather be than here with Ryker.
" Hungry?" he asks.
"A little," I say coyly.
"Then I think it's my turn to have your remedy." He allows his arm to slide out from around my waist. Then he grabs my hand and yanks me forward. We step out of the hallway, away from the crowd of students. "C'mon."
Curious as to what he's up to, I follow behind him. He leads me out to the parking lot, and together we weave our way in and out of cars until we get to his Honda. Cars skid past us, and students race by.
"So, where are you going to take me in your rockstar mobile?" I tease.
Ryker circles his arms around my waist
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