See No Evil

My leg bounces up and down while I impatiently watch Stone take down her class notes, pretending I’m not even here. I know it was a bold move chasing after her the way I did, but to be honest, desperate times call for desperate measures.

Following her into the classroom can go either one of two ways—she will finally acknowledge my existence and hear me out, or she’ll march down to the sheriff’s department and get a restraining order on my ass as soon as this class finishes.

Can I honestly blame her if she does the latter?

The way I’ve been carrying on is downright psychotic. If the shoe were on the other foot, I wouldn’t handle it with such sarcastic humor as hers. I thought I could keep wearing her down until she caved, but unfortunately, today I got another incentive to up my game when it came to Stone.

Apparently, The Society isn’t thrilled with the snail’s pace I’ve been taking to win the brash girl over. This morning, I almost choked on my protein-powder shake when Mom handed me another black envelope with its trademark red seal. Luckily for me, she didn’t ask too many questions, but I saw she was intrigued enough to keep lingering around in the kitchen, waiting to see if I’d open it in front of her.

Fat chance that was going to happen.

Instead, I just threw her what I hope looked like a genuine, i

When I got to the safety of my car, I ripped open the wretched thing. I thought I was going to hurl my breakfast up in my lap and have to go back inside to change. I got the fuckers’ message loud and clear, even though it took me a few times to fully register it in my panicked mind. In bold, golden lettering, their threat pierced my heart, making me realize that all the fun and games were now officially off the table. Things were about to get real if I didn’t change my tactics. And fast.

These bastards, whoever they are, demand quick results, and so far, I haven’t been able to give them any. To The Society, chasing Stone’s fine ass around campus doesn’t count for shit. They want me to befriend her, become part of her life. However, the way I’ve been going about it hasn’t satisfied them in the least.

Fuckers.

I startle in my seat when a gentle hand grips my bouncing knee, halting it to a stop. I turn to the girl who looks halfway pissed, but surprisingly, halfway impressed, too.

Hmm.

“If you’re going to stay throughout the class, at least be quiet about it. Don’t distract me, Fi

I give her a tight nod and keep rigid still, taking an odd breath here and there, hoping that taking oxygen into my lungs doesn’t count as a distraction.

Stone never calls me Fi

If I’m supposed to win brownie points with her, then keeping quiet and not fidgeting in my seat is the least I can do.

Since my mind will no doubt go back to that cursed letter, which is currently burning a hole through my car’s glove compartment, I need to try keeping my thoughts occupied with something else.

My eyes start sca

Colt, however, doesn’t seem as dedicated to the class. Even from way up here, I can see his screen full of pictures of barely-clad sorority girls soaping up cars from the back-to-school car wash they had over the weekend. The event was supposed to raise money for some Greek-row party to celebrate the first games of the season. But let’s be honest, it was just a lousy excuse for those girls to appease their snobby, debutant moms who look down on anyone wearing a skirt above knee length. They couldn’t care less about any sport, aside from the one that justified them using skimpy bikinis showcasing their summer-ta

Say what you will about Stone, but I doubt I would ever see her make such a fool of herself. The girl might wear clothes that harden every dick within a twenty-mile radius, but she owns that shit. And working at that dump of a bar every night, she’s probably seen enough falling-down drunks to ever want to be one.

Not wanting to dwell on the fiasco of this weekend’s boozefest, I continue with my perusal throughout the room, only to have Easton turn in his seat and lock eyes with me, apparently having felt my lingering stare in his direction.

“The fuck are you doing?” Easton mouths across the room, brow furrowed in confusion.

“The fuck does it look like?” I mouth back, discreetly tilting my head to the girl at my side.

When his dark glance picks up on the Southie sitting right next to me, who has her nose inside her notebook, he finally gets the hint. He picks up his phone, and I grab mine, knowing the curious asshole will want to talk this shit out.

Sirsmokesalot: Feeling a bit desperate, r we? U know girls hate that shit, right?

Me: Fuck off!!!!!!

Sirsmokesalot: I’m serious, asswipe. Crashing her Psychology class is a dumb move. You’re go