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I can tell he’s thinking, do I let them work together? Or, should I switch partners just in case? Clay clears his throat before agreeing with me. His voice is rough, like it hasn’t been used in a while, but he steps back so he’s beside me again and when he looks over at me, his eyes are full of all sorts of promises I don’t want to think about. This is so not going to end well.
    “Okay, if you’re both sure,” Professor George says. “But,” he cautions, “I won’t give you another chance to change partners. It’s like marriage. Speak now or forever hold your peace. Once the project starts you won’t be able to switch.” We both nod and say we understand, but what I really want is to change my answer. I can’t though. I won’t give Clay that kind of satisfaction.
    The professor turns away from us to finish packing his things, dismissing us both easily. Clay gestures for me to walk in front of him, and I’m almost afraid to. I wouldn’t put it past him to act like a twelve-year-old and put a “kick me” sign on my back. Although, with him, it would probably say something like “will give blowjobs for spare change” or “closet lesbian.” His sense of humor leaves a lot to be desired.
    I walk fast, making sure I stay far enough ahead of him that he has no chance to touch me or smack one of the aforementioned signs on my back and almost trip down the steps leaving the building to look for Max. He doesn’t have a late class on Mondays, so he said he’d pick me up and we could go get dinner after my class. I wonder briefly if he knew his brother was going to be in my class, but dismiss the idea. If Max had known, he would have warned me.
    When I get to the curb, Max is nowhere to be found. I pull my phone out of my pocket, but there are no texts, no missed calls, not even a chat message from him. Where is he? I know I’m not out here too early, especially after talking to Professor George. He should already be here. I look up and down the driveway between the building and the parking area where there are plenty of cars parked waiting for or dropping people off, but Max’s bright-orange Camaro isn’t among them. Surely, he didn’t forget me.
    After a quick call that he doesn’t answer, I resign myself to the fact I’m going to have to walk back to my dorm and either get Becca to take me to his apartment or wait for him to realize he didn’t pick me up and come groveling for forgiveness. I smile a little at that thought, because he’ll feel awful and I’ll get a free dinner out of the deal, so it’s not all bad.
    “Little brother forgot about you?” Hearing his voice again makes me grit my teeth in annoyance. I stare straight ahead, shoving my phone back into my pocket and crossing my arms over my chest. I refuse to give him any attention after what just happened. When he realizes I’m not going to respond, he sighs. “C’mon, let me give you a ride. Max probably just fell asleep or something.”
    He reaches for my elbow, and I jerk out of his reach. “No, that’s okay. I’ll just go back to my room and wait for him. He’ll probably be there by the time I get there.”
    Clay makes a noise in his throat, but I’m not sure if he’s agreeing with me or not. “Or, you could just come with me and yell at him sooner.” “You know you want to,” he continues to cajole me. “Just think how bad he’s going to feel knowing you had to bum a ride from me . When you finally forgive him, he’ll be ready to promise you anything. Hell, that assmunch will probably give you his car if you want it.” He bumps shoulders with me, a hopeful grin on his face.
    I can’t stop the answering grin that crosses mine. “Please, like anyone would want the Great Pumpkin.” My face flames as soon as the words leave my mouth. I clap my hands over it like it’s enough to bring them back, but it’s too late. Ohmigod! I’ve never told anyone my secret name for Max’s car. He’s going to kill me if he