“Wow. He’s gorgeous,” said Casey.
“He is,” agreed Vivian. “But I asked around. He has a girlfriend. They’re pretty serious.”
Casey laughed. “They always have girlfriends. But college changes that.”
“Oh, not that again. Can’t you just leave this one alone. He seems like a nice guy.”
Casey flashed a wicked smile. It only made him more tempting. She loved nice guys. Nice guys were easy to manipulate. Nice guys never saw her coming.
“I swear, it’s like you get off on messing with these poor guys,” said Vivian.
“Oh, lighten up. Nobody ever sticks with their high school sweetheart. I’m just going to talk to him.”
Vivian sighed. “Whatever.”
Casey sashayed over to the new guy. “Hey, there, handsome. Need help with your bags?”
She winked. Most boys right out of high school fell all over themselves for her attention.
“No, thanks. I’ve got it.” He picked up his luggage and walked away.
“Can’t win ‘em all,” said Vivian.
Casey wasn’t about to give up so easily. She walked after her prey, more determined than ever. She pulled down her top to reveal more cleavage. “So you’re new here, huh? Maybe you want someone to show you around?”
“I have a map,” he said.
She nearly recoiled as if slapped in the face. This was unprecedented. Perhaps this guy was gay. His “girlfriend” was merely a beard. She lived in Canada and was a model and was descended from demi-gods.
“Hey, you want to hang out sometime?” It wasn’t her most subtle attempt, but she wasn’t used to having to be subtle.
He set down his luggage. “If you mean just hang out? Maybe. But that’s not what you mean, and I have a girlfriend.”
“Everybody has girlfriends, but what she doesn’t know . . . .”
“Wow. You just put it all out there, don’t you?” he said.
“Why not? We’re young. We have oats to sow.”
“I’m flattered, but no, thanks.”
She playfully snatched one of his suitcases and tried to play coy. “Oh, come on. It’ll be fun.”
A shadow fell over her. Casey turned to look into the flared nostrils of a minotaur woman. Casey yelped. Just a little.
“Hey, Hel,” said Troy. “This is . . . I didn’t catch your name.”
“Casey,” she said very softly.
“She was just helping me with my luggage.”
Helen’s eyes narrowed, and she frowned. “Thanks, but we’ve got it.”
Casey held out the suitcase. “Yes, here. Sorry.”
Helen took the suitcase, put her arm around Troy, and they walked away.
“Oh, yeah. His girlfriend’s a minotaur,” said Vivian with a sly smile. “Did I forget to mention that?”
“What’s a guy like that doing with a monster like her?”
“I don’t know. I think they make a cute couple.”
“Who asked you?” Casey stormed off with a snarl.
Vivian, chuckling, headed off to her next class.