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       “Hey, Brett!” she calls, waving her hand above her head.
       “Shut up, now, no, Cindy,” I say, trying to get her to stop moving around like a maniac. I glance up, and they are walking right toward us. Great. Taylor is smiling at me, holding his tray in one hand and runs his other hand through his hair. His jeans ride low on his waist and his shirt fits him just right. I push the tingle in my stomach away. It’s just my hormones.
       “I hate you,” I mumble , as they sit down, to Cindy. She rolls her eyes and wraps her arms around Brett’s large shoulders.
       “Sup, hustler,” Taylor says, sitting down beside me. He reaches over and grabs my opened Dr. Pepper bottle, and takes a large swig.
       His lips wrap around the circular top and my heart flops. Then I come to my senses. “Hey, have you ever heard of asking first.” I snatch the bottle from his lips.
       He smiles, and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. “Yea, but I knew you’d say no.” He leans in. “So, I just took it.”
   I fight the warmth sliding under my skin.
       Cindy narrows her eyes at me. “Be nice,” she mouths.
       I flip her the bird.
       “You not liking the food, Hus?” Taylor asks, scooping some chips from his Cool Ranch bag onto my plate.
       “That’s Layla’s favorite,” Cindy says.
       I take a ship and crunch on it. “Yeah, thanks,” I mumble, looking anywhere but him.
       “Hey, Tay,” someone says behind us. A long-legged blonde slides onto Taylor’s lap, wrapping her slender arms around his neck. “Had a great time last week. Wanna hang out again?”
       Taylor continues to eat, like he doesn’t have a long-legged slut sitting in his lap. “Nah, I’ve got plans tonight.” He looks over at me and winks.
       Great, now everyone will know. She snaps her head toward me, her blue eyes narrowed. “With her?” she points her finger at me, like I’m disgusting.
       “Yeah, with me, gotta a problem?” I blurt out, instantly regretting the defense. I’m not really going to go out with him anyway, but the look on her face, makes me want to smack her a good one.
       She runs her nails down his chest. Taylor is staring at me, eyes striking into mine. His face is the most serious I’ve ever seen it. “Hit the road, Megan. I don’t wanna hang out.”
       “Taylor,” she wines.
       “Hit the road,” he says again, never looking away from me.
       “Megan, just drop it, get lost,” Brett says, shaking his head. He doesn’t say much, but I can see the appeal Cindy has for him. If you’re into boyishly handsome gorillas.
       My face is ablaze. I can’t believe I just got defensive. Taylor winks, and licks his bottom lip. I’m sure he enjoyed that way too much.
       Oh, fuck.
       After the most humiliating moment of my life, besides the serenade from earlier, we finish our meals.
       “So,” Taylor says, following me out of the cafeteria. I tried to walk fast, but he caught up in three strides. “I see someone is a little defensive,” he whispers into my ear, slinging his arm over my shoulder.
       I shrug out of his grip. “I just don’t like people looking at me like that. Like I’m disgusting.”
       Taylor laughs. “It comes with the territory. They all wanna be where you are right now.”
       “On my way home?” I ask, opening the double doors.
       Taylor laughs. “On a date with me. I don’t do dates,” he says, cocking his head to the side. “See ya tonight, hustler.”
        Cindy blabbers the entire way home. I’m not listening, only pretending. I’m good at it, too. 
       I dart toward my room as soon as I get to the apartment. I lock the door and sit on my bed. This could not be going any worse.
     
          “So, tell me why you’re blowing off a date with Taylor Jacks, for me?” Eric asks, going through my closet. He is picking out the perfect outfit. I don’t really see why, the less I wear the