Saint

It’s a relief not to be called a slut under someone’s breath, or have people try to pelt me with grapes.

“I don’t want to talk about Saint right now,” I tell Loni. “What’s happening in your life? Distract me from this weird nonsense, please.”

“Oh, you want different weird nonsense?” She leans in close to me, suddenly bouncing in her seat. “Have I got some crazy shit for you.”

I’m intrigued. Loni seems to have the best, most random stories.

“So, you know my ex, Brandon?”

“Super-hot jerkface who surfs through life on a wave of privilege and didn’t report Nick’s attackers? Yeah, I’ve heard of him.”

She snorts. “That’s a very good description of him, I’m not going to lie. Anyway, Brandon shows up at my door last night, and says he wants to talk about the night of the attack.”

“What?” I exclaim.

She bobs her head. “It was super awkward. At first, I told him to go away, but he wouldn’t listen and just kept begging me to let him in. I finally caved because I’m weak and stupid. Anyway, he starts telling me…”

She suddenly trails off, and I frown. “What? He started telling you what?”

“I may need to finish this story another time,” she says, her tone suddenly reserved, her spine stiff.

I’m so confused by her sudden change in demeanor, from her usual perky self to more guarded, until a tray is set right next to me. I glance up, and I let out a gasp.

It’s Saint.

“What are you doing?” I demand.

He settles into the chair beside me with a shrug. “Eating. You should be used to watching me do that by now.”

Oh. My. God. Kill me now. I ignore Loni’s bulging eyes, and blurt out, “I’m not an idiot. What’re you doing here, at this table?”

He meets my gaze with an almost bored expression. “You didn’t come sit with me, so I’m sitting with you.”

As if that explains everything. He’s tiptoeing into dating territory with this move, and it’s confusing the ever-living hell out of me.

Loni is staring at us in awe, her eyes bouncing from me to him and back again like a te

The most random thing that’s ever happened to her?

She has no idea.