Lightning Strike (Billionaire Boys Club #3) | ongoing

Chapter 28

Alora:

I would say that I'm grateful to not have seen him today so far.

But we all know how the last time I did that turned out.

Thankfully, I have an English test that'll take up an entire period to forget about his stupid face.

I concentrate on the questions, answering the majority of them with confidence and then gathering my things, walking up to the teacher's desk and setting it down on top of the two other papers that are already there.

When I go to take a step away though, Mrs Flores stops me with a low toned whisper.

"Alora, would you mind taking these text books back to the library for me? I'll have to rush out after this."

Seriously? Like there weren't two other people you could've asked before me?

"Of course." I say instead with a tight smile, picking them up and making my way out of the classroom and towards the library now when I should have been heading to my waiting car, slouching back in the backseat and lightning my mood with mental images of me laying in my bed with a face mask on and watching Netflix.

Once I get there, I sign them in and the librarian, sweet old woman that she is, love her, told me that she'd take care of returning them to their rightful spot on the shelves.

Offering her a much more genuine smile that I gave my English teacher, I turn around and only make it five steps before I bump into someone.

"Shit, sorry." The guy says and I bite my tongue to hold in the response I want to give him.

He bends down, picking up the phone that I had dropped and holds it out to me, pausing when he sees my face.

"It's you."

"It's me." I say dryly to Theo.

"Alora, right?"

"Yes." I sigh. "Alora."

"How are you after the whole... you know... janitor's closet thing?"

"Forgetting it just fine until you brought it up."

"My bad." He apologises. But he doesn't sound apologetic at all.

"It is."

"Right. And Is there a particular reason I'm getting the hostility vibe or...?"

"You're friends with Satan. And any friend of his is an enemy of mine."

"You mean Madden?" He quirks a brow, amused.

"Same thing." I roll my eyes and then straighten my shoulders. "Now, if you'll excuse me."

"Wait." He calls after me and when I move my head I see that he's already caught up with me, matching my pace.

"What?" I question.

"Mads has been pretty distracted lately."

"Interesting." I deadpan.

"I was wondering if that had anything to do with you."

"I hope so." I scoff. "I hope he gets so distracted that he crashes his car and burns to unidentifiable ashes when the thing goes up in flames."

There's a long pause of silence and then a dragged out, "Okay."

"Is that all?"

"No."

I release a frustrated huff and stop in my tracks, pivoting to face him.

He's tall, about an inch shorter than Madden so maybe like 6^3-ish? His dark brown hair is disheveled in an I just woke up like this sort of way and his hazel eyes sparkle with mischief.