The Exception to the Rule

by Christina Lauren

She tugs me into Dylan’s library and shuts the door, sealing us up inside.

NOOOOOOO

“You’re serious?” she asks, stepping away and looking at me with new clarity. “Yeah.” I swallow, nodding.

Thanks god

that I realized it’s my TA. MY VERY HOT, VERY INTIMIDATING TA.

Girl LOL

“We get soup dumplings when we’re thinking about each other.” She was thinking about me.

“Do you ever have a feeling about someone? Like they’re your safe space and, I don’t know, like someday it could be more?”

He replies with a phone number. And when I enter it into a text box, an existing contact pops up on-screen. The Hot TA.

YUPPPP

He walks around the hood and sees me at the same time I see the cupcake box in his hand. Forget flowers; give me a cupcake and it’s a perfect date.

“I don’t normally kiss before the first date,” I tell him. “But you’re the exception to the rule.”

Are we still going to be emailing each other from the same couch on Valentine’s Day in fifty years?

Without question.