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did we pick partners?”
    “On Monday,” Cam replied, closing his notebook and shoving it into his backpack. “You weren’t here.”
    My heart thumped in my chest as I scooted to the edge of the seat. Shit . Professor Drage had already bounced from the room. Half the students were already out the door.  
    “Avery?”
    How in the hell was I supposed to get a partner now? I really shouldn’t have run like a little baby on Monday. This was all my fault.  
    “Avery.”
    Where was the Professor’s office? I was going to have to find the dude and explain I didn’t have a partner. I bet his office smelled weird, too, like moth balls.  
    “ Avery .”
    “What?” I snapped, turning to Cam. Why was he still sitting here staring at me?
    His brows rose. “We’re partners.”
    “Huh?”
    “We. Are. Partners,” he repeated, and then sighed. “Apparently, Drage had the class pick their partners right at the beginning of class on Monday. I walked in afterward and at the end he told me to partner with anyone who joined the class on Wednesday or I’d be partnerless. And since I don’t like the idea of being partnerless, you and I are partners.”
    I stared at him. “We have a choice to do this on our own?”
    “Yeah, but who wants to go out staring at the sky at night by themselves?” He stood and slung his backpack over his shoulder as he started down the row.   “Anyway, I know a perfect place we can do our assignment. Has to be Saturday, because I have plans Friday.”
    “Wait.” I stood, rushing after him. “I do.”
    “You have plans on Saturday?” He frowned. “Well, I might—”
    “No. I don’t have plans on Saturday, but we don’t have to be partners,” I explained. “I can do this by myself.”
    He stopped so suddenly in front of the doors that I nearly had a repeat of Monday. “Why would you want to do all the assignments—and if you look at his class outline, there’s a lot—all by yourself?”
    “Well, I don’t really want to.” I shifted my weight from one foot to the next. “But you don’t have to be my partner. I mean, you don’t owe me or anything.”
    “I don’t get what you’re saying.” Cam tilted his head to the side.  
    “What I’m saying is that…” I trailed off. What the hell was I saying? The problem was I just didn’t get him—any of him. He didn’t know me. I didn’t know him and yet he was so… so friendly .   The next words just came out of my mouth. “Why are you being so nice to me?”
    A brow rose. “Is that a serious question?”
    “Yes.”
    He stared at me a moment. “Alright, I guess I’m just a nice guy. And you’re obviously new—a freshman. You seemed to be a little out of it on Monday and then you ran off, wouldn’t even come into class and I—”
    “I don’t want your pity.” I was horrified. He was being nice to me because he thought I was a freshman freak. Oh God, that was…
    Cam frowned, and I mean really frowned. “You don’t have my pity, Avery. I’m just saying you seemed out of it on Monday and I figured we’d just be partners.” He stopped and his eyes narrowed. “I can see that you don’t believe me. Maybe it was the cookie? Well, you refused to taste my cookies last night and honestly, I was going to eat the other cookie, but you looked so tired and sad sitting there, I figured you needed the cookie more than I did.”
    I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, but there was a distinct gleam of amusement in his eyes.  
    “And you’re pretty,” he added.
    I blinked “What?”
    That frown had faded as he opened the door, ushering me out of the class and into the hall. “Do not tell me you don’t know you’re pretty. If so, I’m about to lose all faith in mankind. You don’t want to be responsible for that.”
    “I know I’m pretty—I mean, that’s not what I meant.” God, I sounded vain. I shook my head. “I don’t think I’m ugly. That’s what—”
    “Good. Now we’ve cleared that up. ”