The Studying Hours (How to Date a Douchebag, #1)

by Sara Ney

“All right, now that we’ve established I’m not this mysterious missing Violet, I really do need to get back to studying. You’re killing my mojo.” “Right. Sorry to bother you.” The apology slips out and manages to sound sincere. The girl hums out a dismissive, “Mmm hmm,” and resumes pushing her fingertip along the lined notebook paper, all without glancing up at me. It’s really fucking annoying. I mean, my pride is taking a real beating here. It’s not everyday that I’m dismissed, and certainly not by some nobody in the damn library, a dull classmate with a long stick shoved up her entitled ass. Do I just turn and walk away? Or do I try to get the last word in? I stand here, not really knowing what to do, and shove my hands in the pockets of my jeans. This chick has managed to annoy the crap out of me in less than a minute and has the balls to reject me—and I’m not quite sure how to handle it. “You can walk away now.” She reads my mind, a slight edge to her voice. The fuck is wrong with this chick? “Chill,” I grind out. “I’m going.”