Clara’s POV
For dinner Jasmine and I sat at a high-top table at Lunar Chamber, a college restaurant about a block from campus. Jasmine sipped lemonade while eyeing the alcoholic drinks a waiter carried to another group of students.
She nudged me. “Do you think if I flirted with him he would bring us some?”
I raised a brow, annoyance rising. “I thought you were set on flirting with Professor Vance?”
Do not get me wrongI was fine with her flirting with whoever she wanted, but I was still irritated that she had switched into Vance’s class just to pursue him. He had told me I was his and always would be, yet sometimes people lied to get what they wanted. My parents had taught me that lesson well.
Even though I did not believe he would lie to me he seemed sincereI still hated the idea of
