“What are you even doing here?” I whisper. She taps her foot against mine under the table. “I’m wondering that about you.” “I failed this class when I first took it.” I don’t know what compels me to be totally honest with her. Maybe it’s her big brown eyes or the way she’s twirling a little sparkly gel pen or how I can’t stop remembering how her lips felt on mine. I shove that thought away. She’s my teammate’s ex. Even if she was interested, I couldn’t. “I transferred here last year,” she murmurs. “Even though I took classes like this at my community college, they didn’t accept all my
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