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more focused. I have no idea what to do with that.
    Our conversation is interrupted when the waitress brings over our food. Clay digs in immediately, taking a bite so large I don’t know how he will close his mouth to chew. Not counting the chipmunk cheeks he’s currently sporting, I realize he’s extremely attractive.
    The moment is broken when one of the waitresses walks by wearing a tight Ruby’s t-shirt and a skirt so short it barely covers her ass. Clay immediately hones in on her bare legs and immense cleavage. He’s no longer paying any attention to me, and I know I should look away, but I can’t. He notices me gaping at him and asks, “What?” The smallest hint of red colors his cheeks as he smiles sheepishly at me.
    I shake my head. “Nothing.” I’m not about to tell him I was thinking you were hot, but then you acted like your gross self, so I’m good now. Clay shrugs, then goes back to his food. I pick at mine, my thoughts totally jumbled. I’m so confused right now. I loathe Clay, always have. The first time I met him, I may have thought he was good looking, but then he opened his mouth and made a smart-ass comment about his brother getting his first piece of ass. I wanted to run out of the room, mortified beyond belief. My shyness when I was around him and Max is what led to him calling me Kitty Kat. He told me I was like a kitten, too small and afraid to fight back. From that moment on, our mutual animosity was born. The guy acts like I’m this weak little girl, and I’m not. That’s not who I want to be. Yes, I can be shy, but I’m not a doormat.
    “You’re thinking awfully hard over there.” His voice startles me, and my eyes dart up to meet his curious ones. He’s studying me way too intently.
    My skin suddenly feels stretched too tight. I need to get away from him before I make a complete fool of myself. “Sorry,” I mutter. “I just realized I told Becca I would meet her to go shopping after class. We’re going to the party at Sigma Phi Saturday night.” It’s not a total lie, we are going shopping. We just made plans to go tomorrow afternoon since we both only have morning classes.
    Clay starts to laugh. “You’re going to a frat party?” I roll my eyes, but he continues, saying condescendingly, “Kitty Kat, you don’t fit in with frat boys.” This is the Clay I’m used to, the one I’m comfortable with, the one I hate.
    I narrow my eyes and stand. “Thanks, asshole.”
    “Wait,” he grabs my hand, stopping me from walking off. I could jerk my hand out of his grasp, and I should, but for some reason I wait to see what he says next. I don’t expect an apology, and it’s a good thing because he sure doesn’t give me one. “I just mean that frat guys are assholes and they’re only looking for a good time.”
    “Your point?” I ask, one eyebrow raised.
    He shrugs, “Just that you’re not a good time girl. You give off an I’m a virgin, buy me a house with a white picket fence, two point five kids and a dog vibe. You’re the type of girl those guys run from.”
    I’m so offended, I can only stare at him in disbelief. He goes back to his food, clearly expecting me to relax and sit back down, but I want to punch him in his junk. I would, if I wasn’t afraid to touch what I’m sure is a massive case of crotch rot. And to think just a few minutes ago I thought he was attractive. I should be thanking him for reminding me just why I should never allow myself to be even the least bit attracted to him. He’s the worst kind of asshole.
    “You’re wrong,” I tell him, leaning in close. “I’m not a virgin. And, you know what? I’m absolutely down for a good time.” He shakes his head, chuckling, and I. See. Red . Without a thought, I pick up my half-empty milkshake and dump it on his head before turning to leave. I look back just before the restaurant door closes to see Clay staring at me, retribution in his eyes, while chocolate milkshake drips down from his