“With what?” he asks.
I can’t answer him, because he’s right—I’m not doing anything. I’m not in line to order food since I have no money, and I’m not meeting anyone here.
“What do you want?” I ask instead of giving him an answer.
“I want to know what your problem is with me,” he says simply.
“I don’t have a problem with you.”
He raises his eyebrows. “Since day one, you’ve been a little bitch.”
“Since day one, you’ve been an entitled asshole.” I fold my arms over my chest. I’m aware that the few people sitting around are watching us. Anything Stone does is bound to attract attention, and that’s exactly what I don’t want.
“You know, it’s rude to assume something about someone when you don’t really know them,” Stone says.
“I guess I can say the same about you.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t think I’m assuming anything.”
“Yeah? You assume I have a problem with you.”
“That’s because you can’t say one thing to me that isn’t rude.”
I shrug. He’s not wrong. So, I’m being a bitch to him. So, fucking what? He has the whole campus of women to fall at his feet and offer themselves to him like sacrifices to a deity. Why does he care that one person doesn’t think he’s all that?
“Fine,” I say. “I’m a bitch.” I turn away from him, but he puts a hand on my shoulder. I stiffen under his touch. His hand is large, and warmth bleeds through me at the contact. I shrug him off.
“That’s not what I’m here to tell you.”
I sigh. “What, then? I’d like to get on with my day, you know. I have a study date.” I put emphasis on the word “date.” Maybe if he thinks there’s some guy I’m meeting, he’ll leave me alone.
“What are you studying for?”
I open my mouth to tell him it’s none of his fucking business, but he cuts me off.
“Since you’re not a student here.”
I freeze, and the blood drains from my face. I look around, hoping no one heard it. The handful of students around went back to their lives once there wasn’t immediate drama between me and Stone, and I’m relieved.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
Stone grins. “I’m sure. You’re just sneaking around campus, making everyone think—”
“Shut up!” I hiss and grab his hand, dragging him from the cafeteria and around the corner. When we’re out of earshot, I whirl around and glare at him.
“What the fuck is your problem? What do you want?”
Stone looks amused. Laughter dances in his eyes, and I want to wipe that smirk off his face.
“So, itistrue, Abigail.”
I shake my head and glance around. “Don’t call me that. It’s not…” I let out a frustrated breath. “I go by my middle name.”
“Or…Abigail isn’t your name at all.”
Damn it, he’s on to me. When I got here, I told Lacey my name is Abigail to make her think I’m her roommate since she already had a name to work with. Obviously, she told someone about it, and that person told Stone.
“What do you want?” I ask again. “You’re not telling me this just because you want me to squirm.”