𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 (Ash Trilogy #3) ✔️

9

"Luc, would you like to answer the question? Or would you rather answer what Snow is thinking about right now, since you won't take your eyes off of her," the professor calls on me, the all too familiar sound of annoyance in his voice.

Watching Snow turn around in her seat and give me a death glare made my lips tug up in a smirk. 

"I could, but I wouldn't want to embarrass Snow like that," I say teasingly, only making her eyes glare harder at me. "It's not very appropriate."

My professor gives an eye-roll, forgetting about the words I had just said and moving on. He continues on with the lecture, writing on the board while I act like Snow's eyes aren't burning a hole through me. 

"You never take a day off from being annoying, do you?" she whispers. "It actually might be a talent."

"Consider it an early birthday present," I force a smile.

Her birthday is tomorrow. She's turning 22. Some people care a lot about their birthdays but Snow seems like she doesn't really care. 

"When I blow out those candles I'll be sure to wish for your death," she says in an overly fake sweet voice, accompanied by a fake smile. "Painful and slow."

"Might as well be wishing for me to spend even a minute with you," I match her sarcasm.

She rolls her eyes. She goes back to looking forward, but I quickly get her attention again by whispering, "Hey."

She turns back around, with an even more annoyed expression.

"What are you doing for your birthday, anyway?" I ask her. 

While the professor continues to go on with the lecture, she bites the inside of her mouth. I think she debates on telling me. But then, she does.

"I was going to do something with my family. They told me that on my first birthday, we went all the way to the capital. I wanted to do that again this year," she tells me, smiling widely the entire time she does so. But then, as she goes on to say the next part, her smile fades. "But Marcel insisted I spend my birthday with him. We're going to go to a restaurant together."

I hope he chokes on his fucking food and dies.

"That's fun."

"Yea."

She turns back around. I want to say something else to get her to turn around once again, but decide not to. 

Her dress is beautiful today. A pink dress with white flowers printed on it. The first thing I notice about her is always her outfits. I notice how she likes to match things and how she has never worn leggings before. Jeans, skirts, dresses. That's what she likes.

When class ends, Snow begins walking out by herself, but I catch up to her easily. 

"Did you see that new movie that's coming out next week?" I ask her as we step outside, into the Spring air. "The one about the serial killers."

"Mhm," she hums. "Why?"

"Well," I start. "I was thinking we should go and watch it. It'll be good for our project, plus the professor will like that we went out of our way to learn something."

Bullshit, bullshit, and more bullshit. The professor probably couldn't give less of a shit and I nearly fell asleep while watching the trailer. But it's hard to get alone time with Snow, everything has to relate to our project or else she won't go anywhere with me. From being my enemy to being secretly obsessed with her to being openly obsessed with her, I find myself desperate to find a way to get her to go somewhere with me.