Chapter 6

Holly closed her book, keeping a finger between the pages to hold her place. “Seriously, what’s your problem with him? He’s nice—”

“He’s a dork,” Jake said as he lifted the lid on the pizza box. Pepperoni, his favorite. And it was still mostly warm.

Holly scoffed. “Hello? This is college. Who even cares about that anymore?”

Around a mouthful of pizza, Jake said, “I do. I have a reputation to uphold.”

“As a beer-swilling, foul-mouthed, party animal who can’t clean up after himself,” Holly muttered. “Yeah, I wouldn’t want anyone to think badly of you for hanging out with the smart kids, or anything.”

“He’s a nerd,” Jake tried to explain. “He’s geeky and totally not my type, okay? What’s wrong with that? Is there a law that says I have to like guys I can’t stand?”

Holly gave him a sardonic look. “You don’t havea type. You see a dick and you’re all like, hey-y-y.”