Seth & Greyson (The Coincidence #7)(2)

On day eight, I grow restless and bored. If I’m going to have any fun while at college—and I made a promise to myself that I would—then I’m going to have to make some friends. Ones I can have a good time with. Ones who will accept me for who I am. Ones I can trust. Ones who maybe need me just as much as I need them so I don’t come off all needy.

The problem is, outside of the quiet girl who sits next to me in Pre-Cal, I haven’t talked to anyone since I moved to Laramie, and most of our conversations consist of me yammering and her nodding.

During class today, I thrum my fingers against the desk while plotting how to make the skittish girl open up to me. I don’t know why I’m so dead set on making friends with her—she’s probably the most difficult person to carry on a conversation with. Maybe that’s the reason. Perhaps I’m so bored that I’m dying for a challenge.

“So, do you get anything the professor’s talking about?” I ask toward the end of class.

She stares down at the book with a pencil gripped in her hand. “Not really.”

“Me, neither. Isn’t math so boring?”

She nods, but remains quiet. I rack my mind for something to say to her.

“So, you’re a freshman right?” I ask after class is dismissed.

She stuffs her book into her bag, nods, and then scurries for the door.

“Wait,” I call out, rushing after her. “Do you have another class to go to today?”

She pauses in the doorway and shakes her head without looking at me. “No, I-I’m going back to my dorm.”

I stop beside her. “And doing what?”

She peeks up at me, and I can tell by her widened eyes that she’s terrified. “Studying.”

I rake my fingers through my honey blond hair. “That sounds… Well, extremely boring. Don’t you want to do something, I don’t know, more adventurous?”

“Not really. And homework is fitting since I’m a pretty boring person.” For a faltering moment, amusement flashes in her eyes.

Hmmm… under her oversized jeans and t-shirt, I think she actually might have a sense of humor.

“Well, I’m not a boring person. Trust me.” I press my hand to my chest. “I’m actually pretty fabulous and fun, but I’ve been kind of a dud the last week. I think it might be the combo of school and summer. The two are like socks and sandals—they’re never supposed to go together.”


Her gaze flicks across my black jeans and grey t-shirt topped by a plaid button-up before she wraps her arms around herself, like she’s suddenly embarrassed of her clothes. “Well, it was nice talking to you, but I have to go.” She starts out the doorway.

“Hey, you want to go get some coffee?” I stroll down the hallway beside her. “I’ve been dying to try out this little café on the corner.”

She swiftly shakes her head. “I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m busy.”

“With your homework?” I ask with a hint of amusement.

“Yes, with my homework.” She doesn’t sound angry, just nervous.

When we reach the end of the hall, she pushes open the exit doors and we step outside into the sunlight and the fairly mellow campus yard. She immediately veers left and makes a beeline for the tree area to the side of the main entrance.

“Come on. Just one cup of coffee.” I follow after her. “I’m super bored and I really don’t want to go back to my dorm yet. My roommate likes to leave half-eaten bags of chips and soda cans everywhere, along with his dirty underwear. Plus, the room reeks of cheese.”

She scrunches up her nose. “Why cheese?”

I shrug. “I have no idea where the smell is coming from, and that’s part of the problem.”

Her face twists in disgust, but a spark of a smile touches her lips.

“So, what do you say?” I smile. “Will you help me escape the mysteriously smelling room for an hour?”

She halts on the sidewalk and looks at me for the first time since we started talking. “Just for coffee, right?”

I shrug. “Maybe. Although, I have to warn you that when I get bored, I can get really spastic. And I’ve been bored for about a week now.”

She shifts her weight. “Okay…” She bites her lip nervously. “But it’s not like a… date, right?”

I snort a laugh and quickly cover my mouth with my hand. When her expression plummets and her cheeks turn pink, I realize how bad that must have came off.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” I quickly say. “Under all those God-awful clothes, I can tell you’re a beautiful girl.” I wonder how far I should go with this. I haven’t really opened up to anyone since the incident, but it’ll come out sooner or later if we’re going to be friends. “But you’re not really my type, seeing as how you’re not a guy.”

It takes her a moment to catch up with me. “Oh.” Her stiff posture suddenly relaxes. “That’s good. I mean, that you like guys.” She stumbles over her words then rolls her eyes at herself. “Sorry, I’m just really glad you weren’t hitting on me.” She smiles at me. “We can go get coffee.”

“Fantastic.” I smile, hoping to figure out more of what the hell is behind her squirrely behavior. “Can I ask, though, why you were so wigged out when you thought I was hitting on you?”