"Elly, stop! Don't you," He scowled as he exhaled. "Those damn eyes get me every time. Alright, but we're gonna need cram food and drink. You know what that is. Don't worry when we take a break we'll go jog around the apartment or something to burn it off."

I shook my head. "Uh-uh. There is very little sugar is in this tiny little body. I'll have water and carrots. I'll even bring them. And coffee, lots of coffee."

"God, Elly. When did you turn into such a health nut?" His finger snuck out and poked me in the stomach. I covered my stomach and took a step back. "Coffee will work, and I guess I can go without the sugar. Don't want to tempt you or anything."

"Tempt me all you want, I won't cave. I have excellent self control."

It hadn’t always been so.

Kent raised his eyebrow and offered me that damn boyish grin of his. It made me want to swoon. I had to get out of there. I shifted restlessly as I waited.

"Alright. Fair enough. Give me an hour or so then meet me at her apartment?"

I nodded, grinning like I’d just won the lottery which I had. He was going to make an excellent study partner, so long as there weren’t any video games at Jen’s apartment. "Sure, see you in an hour or so," I said.

After stopping at the grocery store for baby carrots, a huge bottle of water, and a bag of coffee, I knocked on Jen’s apartment door. I braced myself, pretty certain that Jen would be on the other side, giving me the evil eye, and screwing up my study plans.

I exhaled a little breath of relief because when the door opened I only saw Kent in a pair of shorts, a tank top that showed the muscles he'd worked hard for, and his bare feet. He smiled, blocking the entry.

"Elly, I didn't expect you to show. I figured you’d be with Nate instead."

I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head as I moved past him into the apartment, the plastic bag with the large water bottle was heavy and starting to turn my fingers blue.

He still didn’t know that we’d broken up and I wasn’t going to mention it. He’d pity me and I couldn’t take that right now. It was better just avoid the subject all together. I blinked back the sting of tears in my eyes.

"You think I'd choose making out over studying for my art history final?" I asked, trying to keep my voice level.

There was a short pause as Kent shut the door behind me. "Well, yeah. I would." He chuckled and moved towards the dining room where he had his books and notes out.