“Is it just me or has Nathan Hunt been staring at you since we sat down?” April asked in a hushed tone, nudging me.
“Huh?” I peered behind, looking at the sandy-haired, broody-eyed guy, Captain of the basketball team, leader of the most infuriating group of guys, a typical playboy, sitting a few seats away from us.
Crazy enough, our gazes met. His lips thinned into a smile. I looked away instantly, slightly repulsed by the attention.
I mean, I'm generally repulsed by male attention. It always seems lusty and superficial. The only one giving me a fever is a man way out of my league. Of all the guys in the world, why him?
“He'll get over it,” I mumbled, trying to focus on the professor who was scribbling on the board.
“Girl, c'mon. You need to loosen up a bit. Being uptight and strict
