Excerpt of Winter Formal by Meda White

Sibba leaned in and sniffed Nash. It wasn’t on his shirt, so
she stood on her toes and smelled his hair. “You’ve been
smoking weed. You better not have stolen my last joint from
Jack the Jack-O-Lantern.”

He laughed and put his hands up. “Wasn’t me. You can talk to
your roomie about sharing your things with me.”

Sibba wanted to admit it wasn’t technically hers anymore,
but she overflowed with righteous indignation. “I can’t
believe you’d come to study on something. Haven’t you ever
heard of state-dependent learning?”

Good. She wasn’t thinking about him naked. Oh, damn.

He ran his hand through his hair and sighed before he
plopped down in the chair. “No, I haven’t. Let the lecture
commence.” He leaned back and propped his feet on the table.

Instead of letting him upset her further, she let her steam
run out in a long exhale as she stuffed her books into her
bag. She slung it over her shoulder. “If Dr.Ferguson tries
to get me in trouble or withhold my letter of
recommendation, I’ll tell him you use.” She hated being a
tattletale, but she had to cover her ass and do a better job
at it than she had of covering his the night before. Dammit.