I have no idea how I got myself into these situations. It happened regularly, though no two were ever the same. I'd dreamed about Gabriel Caruso since I was a freshman. My fantasies were vivid images of him and me doing things that could never happen because he had a fiancée. I'd changed all his classes which he figured out on his own. I shouldn't be surprised. A rocket scientist wasn't required to follow the trail I left. Now I had to come up with an explanation that sounded legit.
He stayed quiet while I thought about a good answer.
“Tell me again why you changed my classes."
Okay, so he wasn't staying quiet about it. I still didn't have an explanation that would keep him from knowing the truth.
“The truth is, I, um, you needed a break."
“You tried that one."
He jerked slightly and
