Part 2His Three Secret Girlfriends Are Me

The crisp, sharp scent of peppermint swirled around me.

Nate Miller stepped directly between Bradley and me. He had one hand buried in his gym shorts pocket while he tossed the water bottle up and down with the other. He leaned in, his eyes curving into a brilliant, predatory smile.

"Wow, Wren. How’d you know I was dying for a drink? You’re a lifesaver."

I stared at him, flat-eyed. If you’re thirsty, go to a vending machine, you prick.

The damp strands of hair on Nate's forehead were soaked with sweat. Almost as if he knew exactly what he was doing, he brushed them back, revealing the sharp, perfect lines of his brow and eyes.

The fangirls nearby let out a collective, strangled gasp.

Even I had to admit, the man was offensively attractive. But where the hell did he even come from?

I was fuming. That water was for my guy.

Nate turned to Bradley, his tone light but edged. "You don't mind if I take this, do you, Brad? You're not that stingy, right?"

Bradley blinked, then shook his head. "No, it's fine."

Nate grinned, looking like he hadn’t tasted water in a century. He twisted the cap and chugged half the bottle in one go, his Adam’s apple bobbing rhythmically.

I heard the girls whispering behind us.

"Who is she? She’s so lucky Nate’s drinking her water! I’m literally dying."

"I think she’s a junior in his department. They say he’s got a soft spot for her."

I watched Nate finish the water with a completely blank expression. When he looked down at me with those "soulful" eyes, I simply held out my phone, screen glowing with my Venmo QR code.

"Nate, I’m sorry, I think there’s been a misunderstanding. I’m actually selling these. That’ll be four dollars."

Nate: "?"

The Crowd: "..."

The air went dead. I watched as the color rushed to Nate's face, turning him a magnificent shade of crimson. He stared at me like I’d just grown a second head.

What? You’ve never seen a girl run a business? Pay up.