Sins of Aiden

17

CHAPTER 17

LUCAS BROWN

"You look like shit."

A groan escapes me when I drop down into the chair, completely drained and thoughtfully fucked. 

Restless, and uncomfortable to the core, my fingers run through my hair as my weary eyes wander around the cafeteria, before finally landing on a blistering Aiden, who had heard the sound of my appearance and didn't like one bit of what he saw.

"Yeah, well, cheers to you too," is all I bother to reply as a scratch my jaw and eyeballed Aiden a second later. "Though I'd say from my perspective, you don't look any better than me."

He shrugs. "You were there," he replies, uninterested and unnerving me with his truce stroking his aura.

Yeah, I was. And looking back at it know, I wish I wasn't. Then I wouldn't be feeling like a ninty-year-old struggling to unfold from a chair without help from a cane. 

"Well, next time. Give me a heads up and I will be more prepared to take on a fella with a fucking sling shot from hell."

"Didn't know he was gonna pull that from his ass," Aiden folds his leather-clothed arms over his chest. "Though your aghast face made it worth it." 

"Funny," I grumble. "He could have chopped my head off."

"Too bad he didn't."

I narrow my eyes at him.

Aiden returned my glare with a blank stare.

Fucker.

But I drop my head, because no matter how much I want to nick Aiden behind the head and give him an extra fucking hell for being the bane of my existence, I can't see past my dumbass shame eating me alive from the inside of my stomach.

"Shit." I grumble, dragging my hands over my face, elbows resting on the table.

I don't need to see Aiden to know that he all but bothers to only raise a bullshit dark brow and the impassive look on his face as he grunts with that know-it-all-fucking-tone. "Hm."

"I know, I know," I mumble into my hands. "Don't give me that fucking look." I snap my brows together when I meet his gaze. "Don't you fucking dare utter a word." I threaten, dropping my hands.

A beat of a pause plays between us before Aiden answers. "I haven't done anything."

"I can see that fucking smug in your eyes, Aiden. And I'm not having it."

I don't care how it makes me look, that stare Aiden gives me shivers.

It's like the same feeling I had when I picked up that letter we got a week ago.

Ever since then—something changed between us. For the worst.

But maybe that's for the best.

Because it looks like a storm is coming.

My eyes wander around the spacious room. The usual students are scattered around the cafeteria and the one group neither of us can stand is far by the end of it.