Is Joey there? (Stalk him, +cool)
4. Nope, and neither is Hanna
Meg opened the door to an empty room. In a way she was glad but in a way she realized she’d hoped to see Joey again. Meg cleaned herself up and grabbed what she needed for a day on campus. Her first class of the day was part of her gen ed science requirement and she didn’t exactly relish going to biology. But at least the TA was eye candy. Spencer Wilson was a baseball player and he clearly didn’t slack in the off-season. He had dark hair, blue eyes, and a transfixing gaze. She’d once looked up during a quiz to see him staring around the room and Meg had never felt less like cheating.
She grabbed her things and made her way across the quad, hurrying so as not to be late.
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