London Falling. Chanel Cleeton

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      “It’s definitely worse,” Fleur announced, sinking down into the seat next to mine.

      “Did you manage to make it to any of your classes today?” I teased. When I’d left for mine this morning, she’d been curled up in bed, fast asleep.

      Fleur rolled her eyes. “Yes, Mom. I went to half of them.”

      “Didn’t you only have two?” Michael interjected.

      “Yes. So what?”

      I shook my head, affection and exasperation filling me. “So technically you only made it to one class.”

      “Or I only skipped one,” Fleur countered. “I’m improving.”

      I laughed. “True. I guess it’s a matter of perspective.”

      “What’s a matter of perspective?”

      Heat rolled over me. Do not look up. Do not look up.

      Samir stood over me, a smile on his face. Our gazes held for a moment before he sat down next to Michael, directly across from me. I stared down at my plate like it was the most interesting thing in the world.

      Do not look up.

      I hated my reaction to him, hated that he made me this uncomfortable. I was entirely too self-aware, hyper-conscious of the fact that all of my lipstick had rubbed off and my hair was frizzing. I felt hot and edgy and flustered and off-balance.

      “What did I miss?”

      Thankfully Fleur answered for all of us. “Maggie and Michael giving me shit over my attendance—or lack thereof—for the first day of classes.”

      Samir laughed. “Nice to see little has changed since last year.”

      Bad choice of words. This time I did look at him. And glare. Apparently he was right. Little had changed. He still had a girlfriend. In the light of sobriety, I was still kind of pissed. I might have agreed to put things behind us, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. Or him.

      “How was your day?”

      I mean, why did he have to sit with us? Didn’t he have other friends? Where was Omar? Where was the rest of his Arab posse? If we were going to do “just friends,” I needed a break. He needed to disappear, just for a little while, long enough for me to get my head on straight.

      “Maggie?”

      My head jerked up. Samir shot me a quizzical look. “I asked how your day was.”

      I blinked. Why didn’t he just announce to the entire table that we’d boned? Samir didn’t ask people how their day was, and everyone knew it.

      “Fine.” My voice came back as an awkward squeak. “It was fine.”

      “Any hot guys in your classes?” Fleur asked, thankfully oblivious to the undercurrent of nerves and awkwardness swirling around the table.

      My face heated. “Not really. There aren’t exactly any hot guys in the International Relations department.”

      “Really? Not a single one?” Samir drawled.

      We had the same major. It was petty of me, but I couldn’t resist the urge to take a jab at him.

      “Nope. None whatsoever.” I took a sip from my drink, annoyance filling me. Fuck him. “It’s a shame, really. I’ve heard the finance guys are pretty hot. Maybe I should take some finance classes.” I flashed a smile that was all teeth and no joy.

      Fleur grinned. “The finance guys are pretty fine.”

      I leaned forward, some perverse part of me wanting to screw with Samir. “Have you seen Alessandro Marin yet? He looks amazing this year. I saw him in the hall and he was wearing this gray shirt and jeans. His body—”

      Samir stood up, pushing back from the table and lifting his tray. A scowl marred his handsome face.

      Fleur frowned. “Where are you going?”

      “Out. The food sucks tonight.” He shot me a look that said everything. He was pissed, and he definitely knew what I was doing.

      I flinched, staring after his retreating back, a sinking feeling in my gut. I hadn’t lied when I’d said I wanted things to be normal between us. But everything felt so messed up. I was angry, and I’d never had much success resisting the urge to screw with him. But I also missed him. I couldn’t imagine my sophomore year without Samir in it. Somehow we needed to find a way to get past this thing between us. I needed to get to a point where we could be in the same room together without driving each other nuts.

      “Speaking of guys—what’s the deal with George?” Fleur asked.

      I blinked, tearing my gaze away from Samir. “Excuse me?”

      “George. The residence life guy. The one who brought me flowers in the hospital. Aren’t you friends with him?”

      I felt like my brain was struggling to keep up with the conversation. “Yeah. He’s nice. Why?”

      “I don’t think he likes me very much,” Fleur announced.

      I’d seen the way George looked at Fleur, so I wasn’t so sure about that. “Why?”

      “I ran into him today and I said hi. He looked at me like I had two heads. It was totally weird.”

      Michael snorted. “At least one guy is immune to your charms.”

      “Only you, baby, and that’s because you play for the other team.”

      Michael laughed. “True. But if I were straight, I’d definitely try to get in your pants.”

      Fleur blew him a kiss. “That’s because you have exquisite taste.” She turned her attention back to me. “Seriously though, what do you think his problem is? It was kind of rude.”

      “I don’t think you should take it personally. He’s just shy.”

      “I guess. But I said hi. It wasn’t a big deal. How hard would it have been for him to say hi back?”

      Given Fleur’s reputation? I tried to be diplomatic. “I think you may intimidate him.”

      Fleur rolled her eyes. “Not that Ice Queen shit again.”

      “He may have mentioned it once or twice.”

      “I’m so sick of that stupid nickname. And the asshole who gave it to me,” she muttered.

      “And who was that?”

      Fleur scowled at me. “Someone not worth talking about.”

      “It was well-earned,” Michael teased.

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