Free Amy Maxwell & the 7 Deadly Sins (The Amy Maxwell Series Book 2) by Heather Balog Page B

that she’s telling me to write it down .

 
     
     
    ~Five~
     
    “Hey! Amy, wait up!” I hear River calling from behind me. We have just left Jerk, er, Cummings’ class after one of his routine pop quizzes. Well, I guess it’s not a pop quiz if it’s routine, but…oh, never mind. I have a lot on my mind today and Cummings’ quiz was not number one.
    I reluctantly stop and allow River to catch up. It seems like everywhere I go, River isn’t too far behind these days. Maybe it’s my own imagination, but I thought I even saw him skulking around the grocery story last Tuesday when I was there. I am starting to wonder if he has friends his own age. He’s a good 200 yards behind me, jogging to catch up.
    “Whoa, do you do speed walking or something?”
    “Like at the mall with the rest of the old people?” I manage to snap as I run my hands through my tangled hair.
    “Uh, no,” River steps back as if I have slapped him clear across his face. “That’s not what I meant. You’re not-”
    I hold my hand up and shake my head. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I’m just…frustrated. I don’t think I did very well on that quiz. Actually, I’m pretty sure I failed.” I rub my temples. “I apologize. I should not have taken it out on you.”
    “It’s okay,” River tells me with a shrug of his shoulders.
    “No, it’s not. It’s not your fault that I’m a moron and I don’t know why I even signed up to do this in the first place…”
    “You’re not a moron,” River interrupts. “That quiz was hard.”
    “Not for you,” I scoff as I pull my book bag strap up onto my shoulder. “I’m sure you aced it as usual.”
    River turns a little pink and offers me a half shrug. “I did alright.”
    “Exactly. I don’t belong here with smart kids like you,” I tell him as I turn to head back to my car.
    “Wait!” I feel River’s hand on my shoulder. “The reason I was chasing after you was I wanted to know if you wanted to come with me to my dorm.”
    My face flaming, I whirl around and face him. “ What ? Are you kidding me?” I have never been so blatantly propositioned in all my life. Is this how college kids hook up? Just ‘hey, you wanna come back to my dorm room?’ And what the hell is he thinking? I’m married and he’s…
    “Yeah, I sent you a text yesterday but you never answered me. A bunch of us from class were going to get started on the group project. Or at least we were going to get together and split into groups and pick topics. It’s due next month and there’s a lot that has to be done.”
    He texted me? I never got a text. The group project? That’s what he wanted me for? He doesn’t find me irresistible and want me to be his Mrs. Robinson? I don’t know whether to feel relieved or insulted.
    “The only stipulation is that you have to bring a snack.” He offers me a smile as he pulls a bag of Fritos from his back pack and hands them to me. “I’ve got you covered on that this time, but next time you’re on your own.” And then he winks at me.
    I am stunned. Why does he want to help me? Can’t he see that I am beyond help? I want to drop out now and at least be able to get some of my money back, but this kid is making it really difficult to throw in the towel.
    “Thanks River, but I really ought to be getting home. My kids will be getting home from school and-”
    Just then the bells of the tower chime one in the afternoon. River raises an eyebrow at me. “Unless your kids have a half day, I don’t think they’ll be getting home anytime soon.”
    Sighing, I adjust the backpack on my shoulder again. “ Fine. I’ll go with you.”
    He claps his hands together and smirks. “Sweet.” For a split second, I consider the fact that he may indeed have nefarious purposes. Like he is being initiated into a gang and you have to drag along a stupid, unsuspecting middle aged woman to your dorm room and tie her to the bedpost and throw Fritos at her while