Secret. Brigid Kemmerer

he want to do this? What message would he send?

      Then his message icon lit up.

      Adam. Words appeared on the screen.

      You free tomorrow? Have class til 8 but free after.

      Nick’s heart skipped ahead of him, dancing in circles. But he’d already blown off physics tonight, and he had a paper due in two days.

      He probably shouldn’t seem too eager, either.

      God, he couldn’t believe he was even having this conversation with himself. He typed back quickly.

      Have to study.

      As soon as he pressed SEND, he wanted to punch the phone. He had to study? Seriously? What the hell was wrong with him? He so couldn’t play this from the other side. How would Adam read that? As rejection? More likely, that Nick was the biggest nerd to walk the earth. The phone silently mocked him, not offering any further messages.

      Then, just as he was about to set it on his side table, the display lit again.

      Study here?

      Nick smiled.

      You’re on.