The girl he’s tutoring snorts, and I glare at her. She says, “Everyone knows who Nick Sandoval is.” “He’s my new roommate.” “Really? How do you like him?” Maddox’s eyes widen. “He’s cool, right? He’s incredibly nice, smart, and…” “And what?” “He’s easy to look at.” “You’re into jocks now?” He scoffs. “No, but I’m not blind. Nick’s hot.” “Eh.” He is, but I can’t let Maddox think I know that. I’d never hear the end of it.
