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Reluctantly Perfect : An Enemies to Lovers Romantic Comedy(3)
Author: S.E. Rose

As if she can read me, she rolls her eyes. “I literally just pumped that from a keg. I hardly doubt someone broke into the keg that everyone is drinking from and dumped a bunch of roofies in it.”

I shrug and take an actual sip. I grimace. It’s horrible. And I should know, my dad sells alcohol for a living. We only have the good stuff at our house.

Stella groans. “Please don’t lecture me on beers. I can see it coming.”

I smirk. “I mean, it’s no Tripel, but…” I trail off as I see Clark enter the room. I try to look away, but his eyes meet mine before I can come up with an exit strategy.

He saunters over to us. “Megan, Stella,” he says.

“Clark. How are you?” Stella asks as she hugs him as though he’s the best guy in the world. I glare at her like she’s a traitor.

“Same old. Just settling in for my last semester,” he states.

“Oh, you’re graduating early too? What’s with you two? You both should stick it out. Next semester is going to be off the chain. We have some sick parties planned,” Stella says.

I glance up at Clark, surprised that he is also graduating a semester early. Mostly I’m surprised because Clark is living his best life here. Why would he want to leave it earlier than he has to?

“You’re graduating in December?” Clark asks.

I shrug. “That’s the plan.”

“Still planning everything, huh?” he states with a smirk.

I glare at him. “Better than flying through life by the seat of my pants and hoping for the best.”

Clark grins. “My pants have served me well so far.”

I groan. “I should go mingle. Tell your family I said hello,” I grumble as I brush past him.

I’m nearly free of him when I feel his hand grab my arm. I twist around to meet his intense gaze.

“For what it’s worth, Megs, I’m glad you came tonight. I hope you have fun,” he says. His eyes penetrate mine and I squirm as I step away, not wanting to admit the effect he still has on me after all these years.

“Right. See ya later,” I reply as I head toward the kitchen, needing to put as much space between me and him as possible.

 

 

Chapter Three

 

 

Clark

I didn’t want to take this class, but I needed to get a recommendation from Professor Swill. He was my key to getting one of the six internships at NASA. Everyone who was anyone in the department knew this. It’s not that I didn’t respect the guy. It was more that I didn’t respect his morning-only philosophy. All his courses were before noon, which meant, I would be getting up at ten thirty on Tuesdays and Thursdays for my last semester. I admit that not waking before eleven for the past three years had been quite the feat. I honestly don’t know how I pulled it off, but I did, until now.

I take the farthest seat from the front and settle myself in for a long hour and a half. The only redeeming thing about this is that the class is located in Tiber Hall which is next door to my favorite coffee shop on campus. I sip my cappuccino and flip through social media while I wait for the class to start.

It’s the sigh that pulls me from my early morning stupor. I look over the rim of my coffee cup to find Megan Lennox taking a seat in the first row. She chats politely with Brynn Garrison who I know from some other courses. Brynn is super smart, and I bet she’s vying for the internship too.

I set my coffee cup down and take stock of the room. It’s filled with the best and brightest in our program, which means, everyone in here is my fucking competition. I groan.

“Damn, Moore, I didn’t think you were capable of waking up in the A.M.,” Clay Killian says.

I look over at my friend. We hit it off freshman year and have been study partners ever since. If I ever need to pull an all-nighter, he’s my man.

I shrug. “I wanted to take this class and Swill only offers it at ungodly hours.”

Clay laughs. “Dude, you should have bought yourself two coffees.”

I’m about to make a comment about an IV drip of caffeine when Professor Swill walks in and tosses a bag on the table at the front of the seminar room.

“Good morning. And welcome to astrophysical dynamics. I hope you were all able to complete the reading for today,” he says. I groan. Homework for the first day? I pull up the reading on my phone and skim it as he begins to take attendance. This class might just kill me.

“Ms. Lennox, good to see you,” Swill says as he continues with roll call.

“Clark Moore?” I pause. My mind is suddenly flooded with memories of being seated in school next to Megan because my last name came after hers.

“Here,” I say, raising my hand.

Megan turns slightly to look at me, but then just as quickly she whips back around to face forward. I wonder if she’s remembering this too or if she’s curious as to how we finally ended up in a class together after sharing the same major for three years.

But all I’ve learned so far today is that I’m pretty sure everyone here wants one of those six internship spots and Megan Lennox is still my biggest rival.

Megan

I try to listen and take notes as Professor Swill speaks, but my attention keeps getting pulled to the man sitting four rows behind me. I can feel his eyes boring into the back of my head and it’s driving me crazy.

The fact that Clark Moore has woken up this early to take this class only means one thing. He wants one of those internship spots. There’s only going to be one of three outcomes and I don’t like two of them. One, he gets the internship and so do I, and I have to spend the rest of the semester working with him. Or two, he gets it and I don’t. Or three, and the one I’m hoping for, I get it and he doesn’t.

It’s bad enough we have to be in this class together. Thank God Brynn sat next to me. She’s one of the few people that I like to hang out with because she takes school seriously. We’ve been study partners since our first week of classes. I tried to talk her into joining a sorority with me, but she flat-out refused. She still pokes fun at me for joining, although secretly, I do like hanging out with Stella and a few other sisters. Although, I’d never admit that to Brynn.

Brynn’s parents work for government contractors. Her dad was an engineer for the Navy, and she’s lived all over the world. I know she wants one of the internship spots because we’ve talked openly about it. I hope we both get one because I would love to work with her.

As soon as the lecture ends, I pop out of my seat to hurry to my next class, but Professor Swill stops me. I’ve taken every class he has to offer. He’s a hard professor, but he’s also fair and he always is willing to take the time to explain things.

“I hope you’re considering one of the NASA internships,” he says to me as students file out of the room.

I nod. “I am. I was hoping I could use you as a reference,” I say quietly as my nerves take over. I was going to wait to ask him, but what the hell?

Smiling he picks up his bag. “Of course. I’ll send one over to Curtis Gilmer tomorrow.”

Holy shit! That’s the main contact for the internship.

“Thank you,” I squeak as I practically sprint out of the room. I need two solid references for the internship. I have one other wild card up my sleeve for references, and it was time to woman up and ask him. Ted Moore.

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