“Give me the plate, Williams.”

Why does she call me by my last name?

“Get it yourself.”

“I SWEAR , one of these days—”

“It’s not very ladylike to ‘swear’, Gina,” I retorted, turning around in my chair.

“I couldn’t give a damn,” she grumbled, and pulled the plate away from me.

“You could at least tug gently,” I said, wincing when the silverware dragged across the surface of the plate.

“I’m sorry, your Highness, I forgot that you have a hypersensitivity in those bat’s ears of yours,” Gina reeled, and piled the dishes in the sink.

The dorm was certainly livelier when she was around.

Gina grabbed her jacket from the coat rack, and I stopped her with my voice.

“Where are you going? Don’t you have homework?” I asked, teasing. I knew she wouldn’t stay for homework. She never did.

“I’m heading over to the bike shop,” Gina answered, tying up her red hair. “You tell anyone, and your tooth fairy will be rich by tomorrow morning.”

The door slammed.

Now I had an inkling as to why I liked her.