Eden

“I already regret everything about you,” he replies bitterly. “I don’t see how you could improve upon that.”

Without another word, he ends the call. After a second of stu

I pinch the spot between my eyes as a headache begins throbbing there.

What have I gotten myself into now?

The next morning, I make my way to Dylan’s classroom, exhausted and so anxious, I’m shaking. I didn’t sleep well at all last night as I anticipated what this meeting might be about. I told Loni about it—just so someone would know my whereabouts—and though she vehemently objected to me going, I convinced her it would be better just to get it over with. If she doesn’t see me by the time we have class together, though, she should send some kind of rescue party.

It was a joke, but only kind of.

Campus is quiet this early in the morning. Most everyone will be making their way to the dining hall for breakfast. That’s probably for the best, though. I don’t need anyone seeing me and spreading rumors that actually hold a glimmer of truth.

When I reach the academic building, I kind of hope the door is still locked. It’s not, of course, and now I’ve really got no choice but to see this through.

I make my way up to Dylan’s classroom and pause for a moment before going in. It’ll be okay. He won’t do anything to me. Not here.

Taking a deep breath, I walk inside the classroom.

“Glad you could finally make it, Miss Ellis.”

I stop dead in my tracks and my heart races painfully as I feel the blood drain from my face.

Too late, I realize what the setup is.

Dylan’s not the one waiting for me.

Jameson Angelle is.