Anastasia ran into Derek Khan in art class that same afternoon, and awkward didn't even begin to describe it. Her heart started beating about a million times a minute, and she kept trying to steal glances his way. But he didn't even as much as acknowledge her.
Maybe she deserved it.
Maybe Alexandra was right, she did have to come clean to Lucian. She needed to be totally honest with him.
But what of Derek? Did she have any feelings for him? More importantly, did he have any feelings for her? Did she kiss him or didn't she? Was it all a dream or just a misunderstanding?
Suddenly Anastasia Vanderburg's well-ordered life got a bit more complicated.
Meanwhile, the class found lecture so boring that most of them, including Anastasia herself, fell asleep.
If Alexandra wanted to keep her burgeoning friendship with her classmate, Sasha Parks, under wraps, then their appearance together at yet another sorority party didn't help matters. The situation became grist for the rumor mill.
The next morning, they ate breakfast as normal, their spat of the previous day fading into distant memory. "So, it's done. We're officially members of the Tri-Fruhm sorority."
"Yeah."
"You think it was worth it?"
"Well, you know," Anastasia rambled, "when we're a couple of old ladies sitting outside, we're going to look back at all this and laugh our tails off."
"Ana, you have got to stop this, all this partying, this kissing random guys... this has to stop."
"Relax, Alex, I'm having a little bit of fun."
"I'm having fun too but there's a limit." Alexandra changed the subject. "How are you doing in your classes?"
"I'm passing."
"Ana, you have to do more than pass to keep your scholarship. You have to stop partying and start studying."
A chilly, rainy day at Sims University yielded a rainbow over the Busche School of Science and Technology.
Alexandra hopped on her new scooter and rode to the building. She loved the freedom her scooter provided. She'd always wanted one but knew her mother would never approve of her riding one. It was unladylike.
She was late for her applied mathematics course. Walking into the lecture hall, Alexandra took her seat next to Sasha.
"Hey, Alex," Sasha whispered, "can I see your notes when we get out?"
"Sure."
Just when the dismissal bell sounded, her professor called. "May I see you after class, please?"
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