Hannah’s voice pulled me from my trance and I backed away from the window.
“Don’t know. Don’t care.”
She snickered. “Oh, come on. You know you care a little bit.”
I shrugged. “I care about coffee. Does that count?”
“Well, from the looks of it, we might be seeing more of them this semester.”
I frowned. “I don’t like the sound of that.”
She giggled. “I’m not complaining one bit. I mean, they’re pretty hot.”
“If you’re into that kind of thing.”
“You mean bikes and leather and muscles? Hell yeah, I’m into that kind of thing.”
“Well, I’m not.”
“You talking in your sleep last night told me otherwise.”
I paused. “What?”
She laughed. “Yep. Your dreams tell me a different story.”
“What are you talking about?”
Hannah started mocking me. “Oh, Troy. Yes. That’s it, Troy. I need more things carried up here.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I don’t even know the man’s name. I never got it. Jerk.”
She sighed. “Ah well, worth a shot to get you to blush even more than you already were.”
My hand flew to my face. “What?”
She threw her head back in laughter. “Works every time.”
I groaned as I turned my back to her. I walked over to my desk, preparing myself for the busy afternoon. I sat down and turned on my laptop, pulling up my schedule as I reached for a book. And as I sat it open in my lap, I started plotting out my course around campus for my upcoming weeks as well as finishing up my summer reading for English.
“What are you doing?” Hannah asked.
I licked my lips. “Reading. I didn’t quite finish my English stuff this summer.”
She ripped the book off my lap. “I don’t think so.”
“Hey!”
She tossed it to the side. “You and I are going to get ready for this party. You’re going to put on something that isn’t jeans and a long-sleeve shirt, you’re going to have fun, and you’re going to join us in that hallway tonight.”
I gritted my teeth. “It’s two in the afternoon. We’ve got plenty of time.”
“You’ve got ten minutes. I’m going to go on the prowl to find out more information about this thing tonight. And when I get back, we’re going to clean you up. I mean, a good cleaning, too. We’re going to trim up your hair, maybe give you some bangs--”
I pointed at her. “You’re not cutting my hair.”
“Then we’ll go to a salon. When’s the last time you had it cut?”
“No one’s cutting my hair!”