Screw Fate

Chapter 4

My eyes widen. "Seriously?"

He turns to me with that "you're an idiot" expression. "Did I stutter?"

I groan and faceplant into my laptop. No way. This can't be happening. Fuuuuuuck!

"What's wrong with you now?"

"I'm majoring in English," I mumble into the keyboard.

"What? I can't hear you. There's kind of a computer in the way."

I lift up my head to glare at him. "I'm majoring in English!"

The idiot finally grasps the situation. "Oh, shit."

"You think?"

I slam my head into my keyboard at the same time he bangs his into his table. Then I lift my head up. I don't want to have anything in common with that jerk.

"Wait." I pause. "If you're majoring in English, why are you studying math?"

"My parents."

"What about them?"

He opens his mouth then closes it again. He looks like a fish. The thought brings on a smirk that I fight to keep back. I actually am curious. My mom didn't care about my major. She wants me to do well, but she trusts that I'm capable.

"I don't owe you any explanation."

"Gosh, you're really overdoing it with this 'mysterious' thing."

"'Mysterious' thing?"

"Yeah. I don't know anything about you. Hell, I don't even know your name."

"To be fair, I don't know yours either."

"Allie Rainwell. Or you can call me Alex."

"Alex. Is that short for something?"

"Alexandra. But I go by Allie or Alex. I hate the name Alexandra."

He smirks.

"What?"

"Alexandra Rainwell. That's a pretty uncommon name, isn't it?"

"Allie. And yeah, I'm the only one I know of."

His smirk grows. "Nice to know."

"Okay, so what's your name?"

"Why should I tell you? I'm 'mysterious,' right?"

I throw a pencil at him. "Seriously! What's your name?"

His smirk turns into a full-on smile. "I'm not telling you."

"Fine. I'll think of something to call you then."

"Okay. Let me know what you decide on."

"I will."

...

A few minutes later, I look up at him. He's still staring at me. Creep. I push those thoughts to the side and declare, "I know what I'm going to call you."

"You do?"

"Yep. John Doe."

"Isn't that the name they give unidentified male bodies?"

"Yep," I smile, popping my lips on the P.

"I can't call you Jane Doe, can I?"

"Nope. You know my name. Allie."

"I think I'd just prefer to call you Alexandra."

"I will fucking slit your throat."

"I'd like to see you try."

I glare at him until my phone starts ringing.

"We will continue this later," I vow, sliding the answer button.

"Hey, Mom."

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