we only risked spoiling it with words.
When he stopped in front of my dorm a little while later, he finally lowered the music.
I looked over at him. “Thanks for today. I had a surprisingly nice time.”
He chuckled. “Nice, huh?”
“I’ll see you Monday.” I pushed open my door and stepped out.
“Soph,” he said, the nickname rolling off his tongue smooth and sexy and rippling through my stomach like a swarm of bees.
I turned back to face him.
“I had a surprisingly nice time, too,” he said.
Smiling, I closed the passenger door and walked to the entrance of my dorm. I didn’t dare look back. Chase hadn’t pulled away yet, and I really didn’t want to see his pretty eyes staring back at me.
What in the world had just happened? Had we actually shared a nice day together? Had we come to an understanding? And if we had, what did it all mean?
Whatever it meant, I knew one thing for certain. I was so screwed.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I stood at the mirror, sweeping a little blush onto my cheeks before leaving for History through Film Monday morning. Normally, I ignored such primping, but I hadn’t seen or heard from Chase since our trip Saturday, so…
“Hey,” Chantel said as she stepped into our room, dropping her overnight bag by the door.
I plastered on a fake smile. “How was the wedding?”
“Good. I got back last night and spent the night at Chase’s.”
I steeled my features as jealously swirled in my stomach. I hated that it did. He and I were nothing to each other.
Chantel pegged me with her eyes. “He always knows how to welcome me home.”
I bet he does. I grabbed my backpack off my chair a little rougher than I intended. “I’ve got class. I’ll see you later.” I walked out of the room and hurried down the hall, my mind whirling.
Did our day together mean nothing? Was it just another day to him? He said he didn’t want to like me but he did. Was that just a line? Had I just read too much into him being jealous over Ryan?
Anger mixed with foolishness still coursed through me a few minutes later when I walked into class. Chase’s seat was empty. Good. I didn’t know what I’d say to him anyway.
Professor Irons walked into the classroom, speaking before he even placed down his briefcase. “I returned your papers in the portal. Did you all check your grades?”
I opened my laptop and checked the portal. The comment in the side margin of our paper read: This would have been an A+. Next time get your work in on time! B+
I groaned.
I felt Chase slip into his seat beside me. “What?” he asked.
Without looking at him, I turned my laptop so he could see the screen.
“Well, that sucks,” he said. “I thought he’d forget it was late.”
I scoffed.
“Your next paper is due Friday,” Professor Irons began. “I think you’re really going to enjoy the movies I selected for you this time.”
“How many movies?” a guy in front asked.
Professor Irons’ eyes lit up. “Two. And they’re classics.” He handed out the assignment to the people in front of each row and they passed it back to us.
As I reviewed the requirements, people around me groaned.
“Looks like I’m gonna have to carry us again,” Chase said, attempting a joke.
I ignored his comment. Did he really think I was that stupid? Didn’t he really think Chantel and I wouldn’t cross paths once she left his room?
“Wanna get started tonight?” he asked.
“I’m sure you and Chantel will be meeting up like last night,” I said, finally turning to look at him. See? Not stupid. “Wouldn’t want to get in the way of that.”
His eyes held mine. “Nope. No plans with anyone but you.”
Professor Irons began his lecture, and I turned my attention to him. I spent the entire time ignoring Chase who spent the majority of class staring at me.
What did he want from me? If this was some kind of game, I wasn’t playing.
Once Professor Irons dismissed us, I gathered my things and hurried out of class. I quickly made it down the hallway and stairwell, stepping outside the building where I could finally breathe.
Despite the breeze and chattering of students hurrying to their classes, I still heard the unwelcome sound of Chase’s voice. “Sophia!”
I quickened my pace toward my next class, knowing I had nothing to say to him. We were nothing to each other. There was no reason for me to be mad. And there was no