I kick him under the table when five minutes later, he rasps, “Your boy’s lookin’ again.” Nico’s low, snide chuckle is proof my struggle isn’t lost on him. It takes all my strength to keep them there. My lips press into a firm line and I’m damn near twitching to know if he’s lying or not, but I cover my interest with a glare while commanding my eyes to my paper. “See if what I’m saying is true, you know you want to.” “’Course you do.” Leaning even closer, a tight scowl in place as he tips his head all cocky like. “You care he’s still lookin’ back?” he quips.Ī quiet scoff leaves him, confirming my curiosity isn’t hidden well. “It’s called human decency, you should try it sometime, and I didn’t ask your opinion, nor do I care what you think of me or Alex or anyone else for that matter.” “You care what people think, it’s why you’re friendly to everyone when they don’t deserve it. His instant response has my head jerking his way again. “Whatever, I don’t care what you think of me.” I eye him a moment, slowly moving my focus back to my paper. Nico leans forward, his frown sliding between mine with unmistakable tenacity, but his lips remain sealed. “You sure about that? You’re not exactly the forward type.” “I don’t need your help getting his attention.” With his last word, an angry, almost annoyed, arrogance slips into his gaze, and I realize I’m being mocked.
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