I don’t bite without permission.”Ī heavy sigh leaves me as I walk around, dropping beside him. When I don’t move, he drapes an arm over the back of my seat, tipping his chin. “Guess we’re stuck with each other all year.” Nico is simply sitting there with his elbows on the tabletop, waiting.Īs I approach, he pushes off the cement slab, now lazily leaning against his chair with those eyes, as dark and impassive as always, locked on me. Sykes is seated and ready to go.” He dismisses me, turning to the last two standing.ĭefeated, I head for the back of the classroom where my ‘partner’ has chosen to sit – of course the last space up front wasn’t the one he wanted.Īnd ready to go? Please! He hasn’t even opened his backpack. My ears heat in both anger and embarrassment, but my hair works as a shield to cover it, my expression giving no sign his words meant a damn thing. I’m aware you’re a bit of a teacher’s pet, however, in my class, you won’t make, nor influence my decisions,” he states scornfully. So, if you are about to make a judgment call on one of your peers, I suggest you don’t finish your thought. “While I asked each of you to list the person you’d prefer as a partner, I gave no guarantees. “Wait.” I glance from Alex’s tense expression to Nico, already on his way to the lab table. Brando, who just read off the wrong name! I step toward Alex only to freeze, my frown cutting to Mr. Brando looks to his paper, ready to announce another pairing, and I can hardly hold in my grin. Not counting myself, there are only three others left standing, two being uninterested, academically opposed football players while the third is second in our class, also on the team, but possesses the brains and the brawn. It turned out he and I were never playing the same game.Ĭhemistry, my least favorite subject, but the class I’ve looked forward to the most since school started last week, and even more so today.įinally, we’re being assigned our lab partners, and I know exactly who mine will be. The thing about pretending, though, someone’s always better at it, and by the time I realized my mistake, there was no going back.

So well, the lines between us began to blur until they disappeared completely. I thought it would be harder, convincing everyone our school’s star receiver was mine and mine alone, but we played our parts well.

Fake it till you make it meagan brandy