Instead, he headed over to the gym.
Now that was a class he wasn't going to skip!
"No, I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," the hot chick said, peeking at him from under her lashes. "I'm Ashley."
Ashley let out a little laugh, then tugged her hand back.
"Sorry!" Jason said, letting her hand go. "I... err..." he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "I'm Jason!" he told her. He motioned towards the stadium. "Are you in this class?" Mentally, he crossed his fingers, praying that she'd be in his class.
"No, I'm in the class period before this one. I was actually just leaving."
Jason cursed his rotten luck. "Where are you headed?" he asked.
"I was thinking about heading over to B's Bowlarama." She stared at him. "Are you forgetting something?" she asked.
He shook his head slightly, completely off-kilter after running into her. "Your phone number?"
"Your class?" she giggled, pointing to the doors.
"Oh that! Yeah, I gotta get going! Don't want to be late. Er, late-er. Er..." Jason could've kicked himself for acting like such a dufus.
Tiffany blew out a breath. "Ugh! I hate you! If I ate like that, I'd gain the dreaded freshman 15! So not fair!"
"I work out a lot!" Jason bragged, lifting his shirt to show off his toned belly. "Not an ounce of fat here!"
Tiffany ogled the skin he was showing. "Oh!" she said, "Wow!" Clearing her throat, she lifted her gaze up to his, only to find that he'd caught her checking him out. When he winked at her, she blushed furiously.
"If you want, I can train you sometime," Jason offered, eager to see Tiffany in some workout gear and bent over a workout bench.
Tiffany laughed. "Not likely!" she joked. "I'm not much of a fitness buff!"
Jason shook his head. "And you're a Physical Education major?" he laughed.
He only had to wait a few minutes before she sent him back a text. Looking good. Call me.
He pumped his fist. Yes!