I should say, Stu is studying math, and, technically, I’m studying him. For a while, there’s nothing but the sounds of people talking, plates clinking, pencils scratching and my heart thumping because Stu is sitting just a touch away. Stu’s pencil darts all over the equation we’re supposed to be solving together. My XX chromosomes are getting all hot and bothered just watching Stu’s XY action. Jasmine is so right. Brains + brawn = lots of yummy. I steal a glance at Stu. He’s blowing a strand of hair out of his face, all concentration. All I can concentrate on is whether Stu really thinks I’m cute. If so, his pencil moves a lot faster than he does, because he’s acting like we’re just problem set buddies. Instead of dating, we’re equating. Still, equating is threatening to one-fifteenth of the female population at SUMaC. Jasmine let it drop over dinner to Katie that Stu and I were studying tonight, and all Malibu Barbie was able to muster was a weak verbal swipe at me: “What a perfect ho-hum first date.”
