better yet, a tent.
Abe texts me that he’s almost here, and I try to flip through the chapter on the thorax on my own. It’s hard to concentrate though. Truthfully, I keep thinking about my abysmal quiz grades.
“You look deep in thought.”
I snap my head up. It’s not Abe, like I expected. It’s Mason. He looks mildly amused at the expression on my face. He slides into the seat across from mine at the table.
“Mind if I join you?”
I could never study around Mason Howard. He’s pretty much the biggest distraction I can imagine. I would have thought spending all this time with him in lab and the fact that he’s proven himself to be the biggest asshole on the planet would diminish his appeal, but it doesn’t. He’s just that sexy.
He looks way too good right now. Every med student I’ve seen so far today looks like they haven’t slept in weeks, but Mason seems like he’s just come back from a long vacation at a spa. His clothes aren’t wrinkled and his jaw is clean shaven. His books are lined up in a neat stack on the table and I can’t help but see one of his anatomy quizzes sticking out of the textbook. The grade at the top is a hundred. Figures.
“I put in some quality time la st night with Frank. But now it’s time to hit the books.” Mason says.
Despite Rachel’s discomfort with naming the cadaver and a long email rant she sent out to the entire class about how disrespectful it was, Mason still calls him Frank. It doesn’t bother me. And to be honest, I like how much it seems to infuriate Rachel.
“I feel like I should giv e up right now,” I mumble.
Mason frowns . “Why? What’s wrong?”
He really has no idea.
“How do you do it, Mason?” I sigh. “You know everything .”
“Well, I want to g o into plastic surgery,” he says with a shrug. “I’ll never match in a plastics residency if I don’t study my ass off. What do you want to do?”
“I thought I wanted to be a doctor,” I say.
I meant it as a joke but it’s sort of true.
Mason winks and flashes me this smile that makes my heart skip in my chest. Ugh, I need to stop being such a girl!
“ Don’t look so stressed out, Heather. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”
“What if I’m not?” I say . “What if I fail the exam?”
“So you’ll get a j ob at the post office,” he jokes. “And one day you can come back with a shotgun and blow the brains out of all the other students.”
I don’t laugh. The whole thing is kind of in poor taste considering we’re at a school nicknamed Suicide Med.
“Come on,” he says . “You’re going to do fine on the exam. I promise.”
Mason reaches across the table and puts his hand on top of mine. And my freaking hand starts to tingle like I’m having a stroke or something. I hate myself for having a schoolgirl crush on Mason.
“Y ou’ll be fine, Heather,” he says. “Don’t worry so much.”
If I wer e Mason, I wouldn’t worry either.
I hear a throat clear, and I look up. It’s Abe. He’s standing at the other end of the table, holding his anatomy atlas and looking sort of peeved.
“I thought we were studying together,” he says to me.
I yank my hand away from Mason’s. “We are.”
Mason gets this amused look on his face.
“Don’t worry, Abe,” he says as he stands up. “I’m not horning in on your action.”
Abe’s cheeks turn crimson. It’s sort of cute how his complexion is so pale that it shows all his emotions.
“I’m not…” he stammers. “I mean, we’re not…”
“I have a boyfriend, you know,” I say to Mason, sticking out my chin. “At another school.”
“Is that so?” Mason doesn’t wipe that grin off his face. I wish Abe would slug him, especially since he looks like he’d like to.
“Get out of here, Mason,” Abe says to his roommate. He doesn’t lay a finger on him—it’s pretty clear that Abe isn’t the kind of guy who goes around slugging people.
Mason is still smirking as he relocates himself at a
Abe texts me that he’s almost here, and I try to flip through the chapter on the thorax on my own. It’s hard to concentrate though. Truthfully, I keep thinking about my abysmal quiz grades.
“You look deep in thought.”
I snap my head up. It’s not Abe, like I expected. It’s Mason. He looks mildly amused at the expression on my face. He slides into the seat across from mine at the table.
“Mind if I join you?”
I could never study around Mason Howard. He’s pretty much the biggest distraction I can imagine. I would have thought spending all this time with him in lab and the fact that he’s proven himself to be the biggest asshole on the planet would diminish his appeal, but it doesn’t. He’s just that sexy.
He looks way too good right now. Every med student I’ve seen so far today looks like they haven’t slept in weeks, but Mason seems like he’s just come back from a long vacation at a spa. His clothes aren’t wrinkled and his jaw is clean shaven. His books are lined up in a neat stack on the table and I can’t help but see one of his anatomy quizzes sticking out of the textbook. The grade at the top is a hundred. Figures.
“I put in some quality time la st night with Frank. But now it’s time to hit the books.” Mason says.
Despite Rachel’s discomfort with naming the cadaver and a long email rant she sent out to the entire class about how disrespectful it was, Mason still calls him Frank. It doesn’t bother me. And to be honest, I like how much it seems to infuriate Rachel.
“I feel like I should giv e up right now,” I mumble.
Mason frowns . “Why? What’s wrong?”
He really has no idea.
“How do you do it, Mason?” I sigh. “You know everything .”
“Well, I want to g o into plastic surgery,” he says with a shrug. “I’ll never match in a plastics residency if I don’t study my ass off. What do you want to do?”
“I thought I wanted to be a doctor,” I say.
I meant it as a joke but it’s sort of true.
Mason winks and flashes me this smile that makes my heart skip in my chest. Ugh, I need to stop being such a girl!
“ Don’t look so stressed out, Heather. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”
“What if I’m not?” I say . “What if I fail the exam?”
“So you’ll get a j ob at the post office,” he jokes. “And one day you can come back with a shotgun and blow the brains out of all the other students.”
I don’t laugh. The whole thing is kind of in poor taste considering we’re at a school nicknamed Suicide Med.
“Come on,” he says . “You’re going to do fine on the exam. I promise.”
Mason reaches across the table and puts his hand on top of mine. And my freaking hand starts to tingle like I’m having a stroke or something. I hate myself for having a schoolgirl crush on Mason.
“Y ou’ll be fine, Heather,” he says. “Don’t worry so much.”
If I wer e Mason, I wouldn’t worry either.
I hear a throat clear, and I look up. It’s Abe. He’s standing at the other end of the table, holding his anatomy atlas and looking sort of peeved.
“I thought we were studying together,” he says to me.
I yank my hand away from Mason’s. “We are.”
Mason gets this amused look on his face.
“Don’t worry, Abe,” he says as he stands up. “I’m not horning in on your action.”
Abe’s cheeks turn crimson. It’s sort of cute how his complexion is so pale that it shows all his emotions.
“I’m not…” he stammers. “I mean, we’re not…”
“I have a boyfriend, you know,” I say to Mason, sticking out my chin. “At another school.”
“Is that so?” Mason doesn’t wipe that grin off his face. I wish Abe would slug him, especially since he looks like he’d like to.
“Get out of here, Mason,” Abe says to his roommate. He doesn’t lay a finger on him—it’s pretty clear that Abe isn’t the kind of guy who goes around slugging people.
Mason is still smirking as he relocates himself at a
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