My skin still prickled where Dave’s hand had brushed mine at breakfast.
I kept rubbing my palm against my cheer skirt like I could erase the memory, but every time I blinked I saw him.
I hated how much I secretly admired him. The courtyard buzzed with seniors sprawled on benches, Ruby guys tossing a ball, the cheer squad gossiping in their usual corner. I ignored them all.
My eyes locked on Dave the second he appeared towering as his jersey stretched tight across a chest that screamed alpha. He was leaning against the brick wall near the vending machines, arms crossed looking bored as hell while some freshman tried to talk to him.
My heart was hammering as I marched straight up and planted myself in front of him, blocking his view.
“Dave,” I snapped, my voice low but sharp enough to c
