The first bell rang, drowning out his words, but it sounded an awful lot like he said he was going to pick me up Friday night.
"Um, what?" I said.
"I have an extra ticket to their show on Friday. I'll pick you up at six." He headed for the door as students began filing in.
What the heck was going on? Had he seriously just asked me to go to a concert with him? I laughed at the absurdity. Of course, he hadn't. I was a nobody. Simon was the most eligible bachelor on campus. We were like oil and water.
"Yeah, right." I barely contained a snort of disbelief.
"What? You don't want to go?" His expression turned somber, and a small frown pulled at his lips. I wondered how often anyone told him no, especially a girl he'd asked out.
Olivia Parker, Simon's sister, younger than him by only a year, shoved him out of the doorway. "Get to class," she said.