Emily
I stare at my phone speechless..
“This f*****g asshole,” I mutter, dragging a hand down my face.
Five minutes?
Who the hell does he think he is?
Actually… scratch that. I know exactly who he thinks he is. Damien freaking whatever-he-is. Hockey captain. Campus menace. Professional panty destroyer.
The most annoying part is my stupid heart…it's already racing.
I groan and flop back on the bed for half a second, staring at the ceiling. I should ignore him. I should stay right here, open my book, act like a normal sane human being who does not go running every time a hot guy snaps his fingers.
Instead, I’m already sitting up again.
God, I hate myself.
I swing my legs off the bed and wince a little when my sore body reminds me I got my ass handed to me earlier. “Great,” I mumbl
