“Okay, but seriously,” Gen said, tipping her head toward Alexander with a teasing grin, “how does a guy like you end up at St. Bellamy’s instead of Stanford or MIT?” 

Alexander chuckled, glancing sideways at me. “You make it look like St. Bellamy’s is a bad school. But let’s just say I like keeping things... interesting.” 

Gen smirked, clearly amused, while I tried not to smile too hard. I could feel Adrian’s gaze from across the picnic table, even though he hadn’t ...