Sitting in my next class, I found myself getting bored like always, so I scanned the room to see who was in here. Then my eyes landed on the back of Damon Carmichael’s head and I couldn’t pull my gaze from him.
We’d been making fun of him since freshman year and he never seemed to give a shit. Sure, he’d run off embarrassed, but it never seemed to affect his overall day. I won’t lie and say I’m not curious about him; because I totally am.
I slid from my spot, staying low behind people’s heads, and made my way down two rows and right next to Damon.
His entire body stiffened when I sat next to him, brushing my arm against his, and he had a hell of a time keeping his eyes forward.
I wanted to knock that stupid hat off of his head, push his hair out of the way, and get a good look at him. From where I sat, all I could see was the five o’clock shadow along his jaw. Everything else was a mystery.
“Hey,” I whispered, leaning toward him.
He shifted uncomfortably again when I noticed he grabbed at his books and tried to flee. I reached out and grabbed his arm and he froze like a statue.
“Don’t worry, I’m not here to make fun of you. I’m sorry about my friends this morning.” And I’m sorry for laughing at you, but I didn’t tell him that. “Are you getting any of this? Because the professor lost me at market rates.”
He still wasn’t saying a word and that pissed me off. I was trying to be friendly and he was completely ignoring me!
“Hey, I’m talking to you,” I whispered louder.
“That’s all for today! Thanks, everyone!” The professor announced the end of class and I’ve never seen anyone move faster than Damon.
Before I could even turn my gaze from the professor back to him, he was already halfway down the aisle, heading in the opposite direction of me. What the hell, man?! He should feel lucky that I even took the time to come speak to him! Then he runs off? Fucking loser.
Rose ran up to me the moment I stepped out into the courtyard.
“Okay, so we’re totally throwing a party tonight and I’m totally getting into Ryan’s pants. You game?”
I shrugged. “Yeah, sure.” I knew that the party would happen even if I said I didn’t want it so there was no reason to say that I wasn’t interested.
“What’s wrong with you?” She nudged me, but before I could reply, she kept talking, “Oh, and Tommy won’t be able to make it tonight. Is there any guy you want me to invite for you?”
Snickering, I shook my head. “I can find my own guys, thanks. What time do you have everyone coming over?”
“Eight. Gotta run, bitch! Love you!” She turned and ran off in the opposite direction, leaving me standing here all alone.
My eyes scanned the courtyard when they landed on Damon again. He was sitting up against a tree with his nose in a book. Imagine that.
Then an idea popped into my head and I sauntered over to him.
“Hey, what are you doing tonight?”
He looked up but not into my eyes, still hiding his face. Not answering me, he looked back into his book and tried to turn away from me.
“We’re throwing a party at our sorority and I thought I’d invite you. I never see you out and thought this might be a good way for you to meet some new people.”
“Yeah, so I can get laughed at again?”
I was surprised at the deep voice that replied back to me. That was not the voice I had pictured coming from his lips and fuck, did it do something to me.
“They won’t laugh at you. I won’t let them.”
“No, thanks,” he growled.
“Why are you so weird?” I asked as he shifted uncomfortably and I internally scolded myself. “Shit, I didn’t mean it like… I meant, why are you such a loner? You’re in college! You should be experiencing things! Not shoving yourself into those books all day, every day.”
“I like books,” he replied dryly.
“Okay? Well, if you change your mind, the party starts at eight. I’m sure you know which house it is.” I stood there waiting for him to reply but when he didn’t say a word, I turned and walked away.
I was just trying to be nice and invite the guy out but he acted as if I was a bother. What the hell is that guy’s problem?