I won. It felt hard to believe I’d won against experienced students. The card Professor Mark Duke gave me sat heavily in my pocket.
When he asked my major, and I replied with undecided, he smirked, saying, “I think you’ve decided.”
I bit my lip on the way to my Honda, feeling an overwhelming sense of pride. Not only for winning, but also standing up to
Maverick. Even when his breath hit my mouth and the thought of a talented set of lips driving me up the wall lingered, I didn’t let it.
Too many questions remained for me to give into him. Besides the obvious, why did you torment me for four years, but why would
Frankie turn out so much different from you, and why do my feelings not matter when it comes to treating girls with respect?
Maverick wouldn’t tell me, but Frankie would, if
