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"Yeah, I submitted it, Teach."

"Excellent. I look forward to reading it over the holiday."

I smiled thinly as I noticed Sherry Lounds gazing at me from the seat to my right.

She was sporting a stupidly short skirt, matched with tights and heeled boots.

Trying far too fucking hard.

Sherry was known as a ball breaker, determined to make it as the female Alan Sugar. Rubbing her pen against her lips, I averted my eyes, making a mental note to let Billy know she was up to her old tricks again.

Billy, my roommate, was a sound guy. He was like the old version of me, fucking half of campus, as he sailed through his classes with ease and no effort. I couldn't remember how it had ended between him and Sherry, but I had no problem in diverting unwanted attention.

The bell rang, and I grabbed my stuff, my balls aching as I reminded myself it wasfour more days.

Three sleeps.

"So,Theo."

Sherry’s perfume hit me before her voice did as I twisted to her, sighing.

"Sherry. What do you want?"

She dragged her eyes down my body, chewing on her lip. Shewasattractive, and if I weren't already in love with Hannah, I'd have tapped that.

"What doIwant?" Sherry clicked her tongue as she ran her hand down my arm. "I waswondering. How does a guy likeyoumanage a long-distance relationship? How wouldanygirl possibly be able to keepyouloyal? I can see you are a bad boy."

She wasn't wearing a bra.

Her nipples stood to attention as I moved my focus to her face.

"Easy. You get with the hottest girl you've ever seen, and you fall in love with her. Then you have thebestsex ever.Nothingis worth risking that." I smirked as her face fell.

"But you wouldn't be risking it if we kept it asecret," Sherry whispered, pulling her long blonde hair over her shoulder, leaning against the desk in front of me.

"Wedon't keep secrets, so I'm not interested. I'm familiar with Spanish if you need me to say it to you in another language?" I yawned as her eyes narrowed.

"English isfine. But if you ever change your mind—"

"I won't. Sorry."

Sherry shrugged as she walked away, my eyes betraying me by lingering on her tight ass as she turned to catch me staring, a knowing smile on her face.

"The offer isthere, Theo."

Fuck off.

I dragged my phone out and brought Facebook up, noticing that Hannah was tagged in something by aguy.

Amazing results from the essay, guys. Obvs Hannah and I got top marks #history #partnersincrime- By Edward Marco with Hannah Phillips.

Who the fuck is Edward Marco?!

I clicked on his profile to see a dark-haired guy gazing back at me mockingly. He was a good-looking bastard. Worst of all, Hannah had liked the post. I pinched the bridge of my nose, dialing her number.

"Hey, can I call you back in half an hour? Just in the library," Hannah whispered breathlessly as my mind went into overdrive.

Why is she breathless?