“Well, you didn’t nearly kill a guy in a hallway racing to class—a guy who happens to also be in said cake class.”
“What?” His dark eyes widened with interest and he started to kneel down. Someone caught his attention. “Hold on a sec, Avery.” Then he started waving his arm and jumping. “Yo! Brittany. Get your ass over here!”
A short blonde girl jerked to a stop in the middle of the hall and turned toward us, her cheeks flushing, but she smiled as she saw Jacob hopping around. She cut her way over, stopping in front of us.
“Brittany, this is Avery.” Jacob beamed. “Avery, this is Brittany. Say hi.”
“Hi,” Brittany said, giving me a little wave.
I waved back. “Hey.”
“Avery is about to tell us how she almost killed a guy in a hallway. Thought you’d like to hear the story too.”
I winced, but the spark of interest in Brittany’s brown eyes was kind of funny as she looked at me. “Do tell,” she said, smiling.
“Well, I really didn’t almost kill someone,” I said, sighing. “But it was close and it was so, so embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing stories are the best,” Jacob threw out, kneeling down.
Brittany laughed. “That is true.”
“Spill it, sister.”
I tucked my hair back and lowered my voice so the whole hall didn’t revel in my humiliation. “I was running late to astronomy and I sort of ran through the double doors on the second floor. I wasn’t watching where I was going and I plowed into this poor guy in the hallway.”
“Yikes.” A sympathetic looked crossed Brittany’s face.
“Yeah, and I mean, I almost knocked him over. I dropped my stuff. Books and pens flew everywhere. It was pretty epic.”
Jacob’s eyes gleamed with humor. “Was he hot?”
“What?”
“Was he hot?” he repeated as he smoothed a hand through his cropped hair. “‘Cuz if he was hot, you should’ve used it to your benefit. That could’ve become the best ice breaker in history. Like you two could fall madly in love and you get to tell everyone how you plowed him before he actually plowed you.”
“Oh, my God.” I felt a familiar heat cross my cheeks. “Yeah, he was really good-looking.”
“Oh no,” said Brittany, who seemed to be the only other person to recognize how a hot guy made the situation all the more embarrassing. I guess you needed a vagina to understand that, because Jacob looked even more thrilled by the news.
“So tell me what this good-looking man candy looked like? This is a need to know kind of detail.”
Part of me didn’t want to say, because thinking about Cam made me about a thousand different levels of uncomfortable. “Uh… well, he was really tall and nicely built, I guess.”
“How do you know he was nicely built? Did you feel him up, too?”
I laughed as Brittany shook her head. “I seriously ran into him, Jacob. And he caught me. I wasn’t feeling him up on purpose, but he seemed like he had a good body.” I shrugged. “Anyway, he had dark, wavy hair. Longer than yours, kind of messy but in a—”
“Damn, girl, if you say messy in a I-don’t-care-I’m-a-sexy-beast kind of way, I want to run into this guy.”
Brittany giggled. “Love hair like that.”
I wondered if my face looked as hot as it felt. “Yeah, it was like that. He was really gorgeous and his eyes were so blue they looked—”
“Wait,” Brittany gasped, her own eyes widening. “Were his eyes like so blue they almost look fake? And did he smell like really good? I know that sounds creepy and weird, but just answer the question.”
That was kind of creepy and weird and really funny. “Yes to both.”
“Holy shit on a shoe.” Brittany let out a loud laugh. “Did you get his name?”
I was starting to get worried, because Jacob also had this dawning expression on his face. “Yeah, why?”
Brittany elbowed Jacob and then she lowered her voice. “Was it Cameron Hamilton?”
My jaw hit my lap.
“It was!” Brittany’s shoulders shook. “You ran into Cameron Hamilton?”
Jacob wasn’t smiling. He was just staring at me in… awe? “I am so incredibly envious of you right now. I would give my left testicle to run into Cameron Hamilton.”
I half laughed, half choked. “Wow. That’s pretty serious.”
“Cameron Hamilton is serious, Avery. You wouldn’t know. You’re not from around here,” Jacob said.
“You’re a freshman, too. How do you know about him?” I asked, because Cam looked too old to be a freshman. He had to at least be a junior or senior.
“Everyone on campus knows him,” he replied.
“You’ve been on campus for less than a week!”
Jacob grinned. “I get around.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “I don’t get it. Yeah, he’s… hot, but so what?”
“I went to school with Cameron,” Brittany explained, glancing over her shoulder. “I mean, he was two years older than me, but he was like the shit in high school. Everyone wanted to be around him or with him. It’s pretty much the same here.”