“She’s not annoying.” The freshman shakes her head. “You don’t get personal with anyone, so how would you know? Layla is friendly, intuitive, and fun to be around, that’s all.” “Intuitive?” I bend down a little, inhaling her scent, and I feel like I’ve become drunk within a second. Like two beers have turned into a shot of something stronger. “Last year, I told her I wasn’t interested, and I needed to repeat it. She never seemed to listen.” “You probably weren’t very convincing.”
