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swooning after me while I filled her cups a moment ago. Speaking of, who was the second cup for? Surely some dick hadn’t sent her to refill it for him.
    “You introduced us,” I said. I flashed her my most charming smile, the one I’d trained myself to use for moments like this. “See, that’s what I meant when I said you were a sweetheart.”
    She tucked a strand of her short brown hair behind her ear and dropped her eyes to the carpeted floor beneath her heels. She noticeably took in a deep breath before bringing her eyes back up to meet with mine.
    “Yeah, that’s not exactly how I remember it,” she said with a little snap to her words.
    The smirk that twisted my lips right then couldn’t be helped. A lot of guys used the line of “Damn you look sexy when you’re mad.” Hell, I was positive that I’d even used it myself a time or two, just to make a girl smile instead of glare at me all pissed off. Never had I ever witnessed a girl that I actually thought looked cute as fuck when mad… That is, until right now.
    Taking another swig of my beer to hide the smirk, I pulled my eyes from her and then slowly let them drift back. This was my way of pretending that I still didn’t know where she was going with this.
    “How do you remember it then?” I asked over the music.
    That was one thing I hated about parties—the loud music. I only ever noticed this when I was trying to hold a conversation with someone though. Right now, all I wanted to do was talk with Blaire. I started walking, still making eye contact with her so she would follow. She did. Soon I’d be able to hear her sexy voice and not have to yell over the music to be heard as well.
    We were standing outside the little apartment in a second. The cool night air felt refreshing and the loudness of the party was left behind. There were others standing outside, smoking cigarettes and sitting on the banisters, lost in conversations of their own, but there was enough space between us and them to feel a sense of privacy.
    “I remember having English class with you,” she said. She sat both of the drinks she held down on the banister in front of her. Guess whoever the other drink was for wasn’t important to her anymore. “I remember having the biggest crush on you.”
    She’d had a crush on me? How had that slipped by me?
    “Really?” The tone of my voice sounded a little more shocked than I wanted it to be right now. Truth was…that little tidbit had floored me.
    Blaire shifted her gaze to one of the beers she’d sat down and I noticed her cheeks tint to a light shade of pink. “Really. The day you asked me if you could walk with me to the science building was one of the best days of my life. You even held my books for me.”
    She smiled at the memory and I instantly began to feel like shit. I knew where this story was going. It wasn’t headed in a direction I was proud of. In my defense though, I’d never thought Blaire was even the tiniest bit into me.
    “I did do that, didn’t I?” I laughed, hoping it would lighten the mood a bit.
    From the way her arms crossed over her chest, I realized the mood had not been lightened. It had instead headed further south quickly.
    “Yup, you did. And then you led me on by letting me believe you had a thing for me and instead went after my friend Darcie, who used to meet me in front of the main building bathroom so we could walk to science class together,” she said.
    Even though it was years ago that this happened, I could see the moment had become fresh in her memory. This was it—my make or break moment. Blaire would either let me apologize for my ways back then and things would be all right between us for the rest of the night, and potentially lead to what I’d wanted upon first seeing her tonight. Or, it was all getting ready to explode in my face and she’d walk away for good.
    I pulled in a deep breath before I spoke. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I really had no clue you were into me at