Jacqueline turned her head slightly to the right and caught Damien already staring daggers at the desk in front of him.
Wonderful.
"Sir, I think Mr. Ruiz doesn't want to be my partner," she announced clearly, her voice carrying across the room.
Every single head pivoted toward him at once. She had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing when she felt his glare burn into the side of her face.
"Is there a problem, Mr. Ruiz?" the professor asked in an even, unhurried tone.
A full two minutes dragged by before Damien finally decided to honor the class with a response.
"No."
The cheerleaders otherwise known as his devoted fan club exhaled in unison, as though they had just been granted oxygen after nearly drowning.
Gross.
"Good," the professor replied simply.
Jacqueline could feel Damien's stare still fixed on her, so she turned slowly and rewarded him with her brightest, most innocent smile. She had made him speak. And he was furious about it.
