Opposite Attract

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ueezed my phone firmly against my ear, my fury growing as I pushed t

nsisted. "Your father was presiden

sted hall. "Yeah, well, maybe I'm tired of

of those alumni connections? That lovely rent-free accom

said. "That's kind of the entire darn thing.

t a crowd of laughing females who grinned and muttered as I passed. Normally, I would chee

d following the comfortable, predictable path of law school and golf club memberships that had been mapped out f

lly within reach. "Yeah, that's great, dude." I cut off Jos

blinding me. At the same moment, someone else ru

ith a muffled shriek, the girl crashed into my chest, launching people,

I exclaimed irritably, as she st

ly familiar—perhaps I'd seen her around campus before? She wasn't my type, however. Baggy thrift shop clothing, no makeup, and hair pull

t this odd, clumsy girl? I

f items, grabbing what seemed to be a biology textboo

ll flushed from humiliation. "Pre-med.

pect that. "I'm Noah." Then I recalled my abandoned phone and

elf a mental shake and swiftly collected the remainder of the items for her. She, like me, had someplace to be. I gave back the untidy st

k eyes at me gratefully and dashed toward the science building. I watched her lit

s half-buried in the grass. Fortuna

sh's voice blared over the spe

truly had to go to class. "Gotta run, gu

ndering my talent or anything. I put my phone away, adjusted the backpa

d modest grin lingered in my mind, which was bizarre. I didn't know the girl. Nonetheless, I found myself look

ge bookish girl was consuming my brain throughout summer vacation, I must h

aps an hour studying supply curves and margins would help to clear my thoughts. But I had a