For dinner, Jasmine and I sat at a high-top table at Lunar Chamber, a college restaurant about a block from campus. Jasmine sipped on a lemonade, eyeing a couple of alcoholic drinks our waiter brought another group of students.
She nudged me. “You think if I flirt with him, he’d bring us some?”
I arched a brow, annoyance bubbling inside me. “I thought you were set on flirting with Professor Lee?”
Don’t get me wrong; I was all for her flirting with whoever she wanted, but I was still pissed off at her that she switched into Lee’s class to flirt with him. He had told me that I was his and would forever be his, but … sometimes, people lied to get what they wanted. My parents had made sure I knew that.
Though I didn’t think he would lie to me too—he seemed genuine—I didn’t like the thought
