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He leans his head back on the headrest, pensively looking up at the ceiling again.
“She’s good. I’m bad. Do I need a better reason?”
“Sometimes you can be a real dick, you know that?”
“You’ve got bigger fish to fry than worrying about me, Fi
“Whatever,” I huff out with little to no steam behind it.
At the end of the day, he’s right—my plate is already full enough. Wasting my time on Easton’s mercurial moods, or who got on his bad side, is not going to help either way.
I try to focus on what Professor Donavan is saying for a while, but truth be told, I’m not remotely interested in anything he has to teach today. When the bell rings, a
I’m about to reprimand him again for intimidating the poor girl when he wraps his arm over my shoulder with a wide grin spread on his face. He’s all bubbly and shit, as if he didn’t just put the fear of God into one of our classmates.
“You know what we need? A large dose of caffeine from The Grind. Maybe some of their sugary treats, too. You with me?”
“Yeah, why not?” I nod.
It’s not like I’m going to pay attention to any of my classes today anyway, so ditching one won’t make much difference. It will also serve as the excuse I need to keep me from going to the other side of campus in search of the current bane of my existence—the stu
I’ve thought of nothing else for the past forty-eight hours, and three things have become painstakingly clear for me. The first is that Stone is going to be harder to crack than I thought. The second is that I must be a fucking masochist to even try. The third is a nasty pill of truth, way more difficult to swallow—The Society isn’t the only reason why I’m invested in gaining Stone’s favor, and I’m not sure I like what that means.
I don’t do feelings. And I sure as shit don’t get them for smart-mouthed girls with too much attitude for their own good.
So why the fuck am I feeling dejected? Why is she all I can think about lately?
Girl’s going to be trouble. I just know it.
Fuck my life.