The Scars of Anatomy

13. Bad Liar

I get a few steps in front of her, stopping. I twist at the waist to look back at my ass, slightly lifting up the hem of my shirt to fully show off my assets, my black boxers peeking out from the top of my jeans.

"See," I say, smirking.

"Oh my God," she laughs, playfully shoving me out of her way.

"You're just jealous," I tease smugly, falling into step with her.

She shakes her head. "You're in a good mood. Still partying on from Friday night?"

"Something like that." I chuckle. "Sorry if I woke you by the way," I apologize sincerely, cringing while awkwardly scratching at the back of my neck.

Friday night after I left her house and went to Goldman's party, I may have had more to drink than I intended and ended up drunk texting her. I sent her multiple selfies and pictures of my arm that she drew on, letting her know that her diagram was a huge hit at the party. Honestly, I was a little sad when I took a shower the next morning and all her writing washed off of my arm.

I may have also texted her that night that I really, really can't wait to see her in my jersey...

Jesus.

Someone should really take my phone away from me when I'm drunk.

She laughs softly, her cheeks heating up. "It's okay. I was up reading, so you didn't wake me."

I let out a sigh of relief. I would have felt awful for not only annoying her with my drunk texts but waking her up as well.

"Are we still down for a study session after English?" I ask hopefully.

"Sure thing. Let me just text Delilah and let her know I'm going to be skipping MCAT prep, then," she says, taking her phone out of her back pocket.

"You don't have to, Finch. If you have other plans, don't let me stop you," I say, guilty she's rearranging her plans just to tutor me.

She waves her hand dismissively. "It's no big deal. I wasn't really up for it, anyway."

"You sure?" I ask, my heart warming at the thought of her giving up her original plans just to spend time with me instead.

"Yeah, Delilah's always lecturing me anyway about how she thinks I don't even need to be there or take the test again," she says with a slight eye roll.

"Let me guess, you got a really good score the first time?" I ask with a knowing grin.

Olivia shrugs. "I did well enough," she says, and I know that's her humble way of saying she fucking aced it.

"Alright, smarty pants," I snicker.

"Whatever," she mumbles, playfully bumping me with her shoulder. "I'll see you later in English?" She slowly starts veering off, probably headed to her next class.

"I'll see you there," I confirm.

When Mrs. Hobb dismisses us for the day, Olivia and I pack up and head towards the library.

The weather is actually really nice today, the heat mild as fall is starting to roll in. Olivia and I stroll across campus chatting about our day when we come up on one of the practice fields, pop music blasting from some speakers.

I look up to see the dance team practicing one of their routines, and I mentally groan when a pair of piercing green eyes meet mine.

Adrianna smirks wickedly, calling for someone to cut the music and telling the girls to take five. Her eyes are dead set on me, and I can see it in her stride that she's determined to cross paths with me.