“Technically?”
“But he’s not exactly the best partner… he’s kind of a playboy.”
My eye narrowed. “Who?”
“Zane.”
I blinked. “Zane?”
She nodded. “The one who climbs out of windows and has three exes in every hallway? That Zane.”
I groaned. “No.”
She giggled. “Yeah, I know. I didn’t think you’d like him.”
“I don’t like flirts who treat affection like a game.”
“You might not have a choice soon.”
Fabulous.
Taking a break, Mia and I walked out to the snack machine in the dining hall, mulling over our choices.
It wasn’t long before she got a text. Mia had to leave soon after to meet her partner for rehearsal. She apologized before taking off out the door.
I was halfway through rereading the snack options when the sound of platform heels clicking toward me made me look up.
Jessica. F
