The Opportunist (Love Me with Lies, #1)(7)

“My name,” he said, offering me his hand. Caleb Drake was a notorious name on campus and I had no intention of joining his fan club. I shook his hand firmly to make sure he knew I wasn't hypnotized by him.

“Yes, I was trying to flirt with you, until you shot me down, that is.”



I raised my eyebrows and forced a smile. Okay, I had to do this fast. Jocks had a painfully short attention span.



“Listen, I’d love to stand around and feed into your ego with chit-chattery, but I have to go.”



I moved passed him relieved to be heading toward the pint of heavy whipping cream and ice cream in my fridge. I was going to add chocolate sauce and make a bad-ass milk shake.

His laugh caught up to me as I neared the curb. I stiffened, but kept walking.



“If you were born an animal—you’d be a Llama,” he called after me.



That stopped me. Was this douche seriously comparing me to a hairy mammal?



“And why is that?” I kept my back to him, but my eye was twitching.



“Google them.”



Was this really happening? I twisted my head around, exorcist style, and glared at him. He looked so sure of himself.



“I’ll see you around,” he said, tucking his hands into his pockets and heading back toward his group.



I rolled my eyes. Hopefully, that would be never. I steamed all the way to my dorm room. Before I could touch the knob, the door was flung open with gusto. Behold my freshman roommate.

“Why was he talking to you?”



She was dulcet, bright-eyed, blond, and as much as I wanted to hate her, she was a terribly cute little thing.



“He was recruiting members for his fan club. I gave him your name, Cam.”



“Seriously Olivia, what did he say?” she followed me as I stacked my books neatly on my desk. When I tried to ignore her, she started pinging M&M’s off my head.



“He was just showing off in front of his friends, there’s nothing to tell. Really!” She let me pass. I was headed for my whipping cream, getting ready to drink it straight, when she blocked me.



“You are so dense!”



“Dense?" I shook my head. "Are you calling me complicated or stupid?” I looked longingly over her shoulder at the fridge.

“Caleb Drake doesn’t go to girls, girls go to Caleb Drake. He just stepped out of his box to talk to you and you blew him off!”



“He’s not interested in me,” I said sighing. “He was showing off.”



“So he was showing off. Who cares? He’s earned the right. He's gorgeous!”



I made a gagging noise.



“Olivia,” she begged. “There is more to life than just books and studying!” she flung my textbooks off my desk for show. “Boy’s are…..they can…..do things,” she finished, nodding at me.

“You,” I said poking her in the ribs “are a slut.”



I rescued a textbook from the floor and started studying.



“O-liv-ia!”



I squeezed my eyes shut. I hated it when she said my name like that.



“Hmmm?”



She snatched the book from my hands.



“You listen to me, you ungrateful prude,” she grabbed my chin in her hand and yanked it up until I was looking at her. “He is going to talk to you again, just because you rejected him. He kind of liked it—and when he does,” she clamped her hand over my protesting mouth, “you are going to talk to him and flirt with him. Do you understand me?”

I shrugged.

Cammie shrieked, “Agghh!” and locked herself in the bathroom.

I certainly didn’t care what effect he had on the females on campus. Caleb Drake meant nothing to me. He would never mean anything to me. I was un-shmoozable. The end.

Cammie turned out to be right. Later that week, I had been studying all day when she started nagging me to attend a basketball game with her.

“I’ll buy you a hot chocolate.”



“With extra whipped cream?”



“With clouds, if you’ll just hurry up!”



Ten minutes later, I was sitting in the stands sipping hot chocolate with extra whipped cream from a little Styrofoam cup. Cammie was ignoring me and I was already regretting my decision to come. Caleb Drake was whipping around the court like an egg beater and frankly it was making me dizzy to watch him.

Halftime came and I stood up to find the bathroom. I was trying to knee my way past Cammie when the president of the student body stepped onto the court and held up his hands for silence.

“Laura Holberman, one of our students, has been missing from the dorms for over five days,” he said into the microphone. I stopped to listen. “Her parents, as well as the staff, are urging anyone who has any information about Laura, to come forward right away. Thanks guys, enjoy the rest of the game.”

I shared a few classes with Laura my freshman year. College students sometimes liked to disappear for a few days when things got stressful. She was probably holed away at a friend’s house somewhere, eating chocolate and bitching about professors. People always made a big deal about nothing.