Guilty

Juliette

"No kisses? No almost kisses?" Emery yells at me as I run down the halls, making sharp twists and turns as I try to find the room I'm looking for.

"Of course, we didn't do any of that," I tell her. My breath comes out ragged and uneven as I bolt down the hall, pushing past students. I slept through all my alarms somehow and was now majorly late for class.

"But you were with him the entire night," Emery remarks. More to herself than to me.

"No, we weren't. Eventually, he went off with some friends, and I hung out with my friends. I actually think he might have hooked up with another girl there," I say to her.

Emery makes a noise of outrage, "Are you shitting me?"

I shrug at her, offering her a small smile. I was basing that off the fact that a girl spent ten minutes full-on flirting with Zane and then I didn't see them at the party until an hour later.

Not that I was looking for him, I had to find him so he could take me home. We drove home in silence.

"God he's a pig," Emery says.

"I've been telling you that for almost four years," I tell her, finally seeing my classroom door.

"Yeah...but he is so damn good-looking I'd let him get away with murder," She says with a sigh. I shoot her a disappointed look.

Something about Zane always made me feel like he could be capable of murder. I think he has a lot of suppressed rage. Or maybe I've been watching far too much of Criminal Minds. I wave goodbye to Emery and run into class.

Our Professor looks at me, and I offer her a small smile as I walk past her. A new semester means we get to pick new seats and upon seeing Zane is sitting in the second row I make a beeline for the only free seat in the back of the classroom.

I sit down and smile at the boy sitting next to me, "Hi I'm Juliette."

"Yeah, I know, I'm Dylan," He says, smiling a little.

He's cute with light brown hair and green eyes that are light enough to remind me of the grass outside. He smells good as well, like smoke and cinnamon. And something else...something just so...manly.

I frown suddenly, no I know that scent.

I turn my head to see Zane standing in front of the both of us, his face is guarded and he looks pissed off. I bite back a smirk.

"Do you need something?" I ask him, twirling a strand of my dark hair around my finger.

Dylan looks up from his papers and smiles awkwardly at Zane who does not return the exchange. Instead, he focuses his stare on me.

"Because you and I are working together on the competition Professor Magness told me we don't have to do the project we were working on. About why people kill."

"Oh, that's what you guys picked? Cool, how come you came up with that?" Dylan asks, looking at me with curiosity. I smile back at him, a genuine not the icy one I was giving Zane a few seconds prior.

"Juliette trying to understand things she has no business trying to understand," Zane replies before I can even open my mouth. I give him a dirty look.

"Nothing wrong with being curious right?" Dylan says, with a small laugh.

"Haven't you heard the phrase curiosity killed the cat?" Zane says. The question alone wasn't threatening or intimating but coming from him I can't help but wince.

"Are you telling me all that time I spent with you was for nothing?" I ask Zane, sighing.

"You seemed to enjoy spending time with me when you were dry-humping my thigh a month ago."