Shane was hoping that Monica would just pass him by, the way she had dozens of times before. Surely Shane Collins and Michael Glass were not as worthy of the princess of Morganville's time as the bleached white walls of the hallway?
Eve charged up to them from the stairwell at that moment; distracting Michael.
"Hi," she breathed, giving him a smile that would have put a hundred light bulbs to shame.
"Hey Eve," Michael replied, trying to achieve a casual guy-like tone of nonchalance.
Shane pulled away from his own problems for a moment to give him a jaunty wink. If Eve hadn't been around he was sure that Michael would have given him the finger. Michael was just trying to act all gentlemanly around her, which Shane thought sucked. It wasn't as if Eve was an angel either, she was just as likely to flip someone the finger as Shane was.
When Shane had turned back to the hallway though and away from all the flirting, he discovered that Monica had already sauntered off.
"Wow, that was a close one," Eve muttered.
"No shit Sherlock," Shane growled.
Why did she have to choose him? Why was it that he was always the first one she stared at when she sashayed past? He had never asked for it! He would much rather have been left alone, so he could grumble about school with Michael and his other friends. He wasn't even sure what Monica was after, but she spelt trouble in a way that even Shane didn't like.