Chapter 3

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I flipped the page of my textbook, barely seeing the words

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I flipped the page of my textbook, barely seeing the words.

It wasn't like I didn't want to focus. But after weeks of the same shit—getting shoved into lockers, tripped in the halls, hearing my name sneered like it was a joke—it was getting harder to do anything.

At least Theo made things bearable.

He was lying on his bed across the room, tossing a ball in the air, catching it, tossing it again. I was halfway through another paragraph when he let out a loud sigh.

"Would you fucking shut up, dude, and let me study?"

Theo smirked, tossing the ball higher. Thunk. It hit the ceiling before landing back in his palm. "Relax, mate."

I glared at him. "I will relax when you stop making that goddamn noise."

Theo smirked, launching the ball at me. I caught it without looking and threw it back—hard. He barely dodged it before it smacked the wall.

"Oi, no need to be violent," he said, laughing.

I rolled my eyes. "Then stop being fucking annoying."

Theo grinned. "Never."

Before I could threaten him with actual murder, the door swung open without a knock.

"Miss me?"

I didn't even have to look up.

Grayson.

Theo sat up immediately, his grin widening. "Took you long enough, Lockwood."

Grayson strolled in and flopped onto Theo's bed like he lived here. Which, to be fair, he practically did.

He was Theo's boyfriend. Which meant he was here.
A lot.

And by a lot, I meant way too fucking much.

"You're late," Theo muttered, kissing him.

Grayson smirked. "Sorry, love. Had a few things to sort out."

Theo narrowed his eyes. "Do I want to know?"

"Nope." Grayson kissed him again, deeper this time. Theo let out a small noise, and I coughed—loudly—deeply disturbed.

Grayson pulled back just enough to glance at me, completely unfazed. "Oh, Mercer, didn't see you there."

I shot him a flat look. "Yes. That was obvious."

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