His tongue trails from the side of my chin to the corner of my mouth. I'm frozen on spot, barely breathing. When he pulls away, his eyes are the same shimmering silver I had seen the other night. My breathing spikes, and his eyes dart to my mouth. B...
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Canty's not off about my friends pounding on the door—by the time I manage to get it unlocked and opened, Nikki looks like she's debating whether or not to break it down.
"Oh, thank god," she breathes, relieved. "I thought he was holding you hostage or something."
I stiffen, but manage to snort. "Your imagination scares me sometimes."
"As if he wouldn't do it. Did you see the way he looked at us?" She shivers. "I haven't felt that threatened by a scowl since the glare you gave me your second day here."
I roll my eyes. "That's only because you kept annoying me."
She laughs. "Yeah, I know, but still. That guy gives me bad vibes all around—I can't wait until you're out of his class."
"Me either," I mutter half-heartedly.
Linking our arms together, she steers me towards Chase's class. "What'd he want anyway?"
My jaw clenches, and it takes all of my willpower to keep my muscles relaxed. I'm too wound up to put up a front; I need to get it together. "Lectured me about you guys following me to class," I lie.
It's her turn to roll her eyes. "That man, I swear," she grumbles. "I should've ignored Leon and told that shriveled dick exactly what I thought."
I smile at her, but don't say anything—mainly because I think it might've made it worse, especially if she scared him—and sigh instead, thinking.
Even though I can't tell the others about Canty, there's no reason I can't tell Chase. Not only would Gibson believe him, those brownie points he earned when he took me home would make Gibson want to act fast just to impress him, which would cut out the chances of Canty failing Whit and Leon. It could even gives us a chance to—
Nikki yanks me aside just before we walk into Chase's room, pulling me from my thoughts.
"So, are you going to tell Chase or not?" she demands.
I blink, wondering if she somehow read my mind. "Tell him...?"
"That you and Darestin aren't a thing, obviously," she says, rolling her eyes. "What else would I be talking about?"
"I don't know," I mumble. Thanks to everything that's happened with Canty, I completely forgot about the whole Darestin thing.
"Have you at least figured out what you're going to do about it?" she asks.
"No," I answer honestly. I don't really know what I'm supposed to do in these types of situations—I've never been in one before—but Chase would prioritize this thing with Canty over a little misunderstanding, right?
She sighs. "Well, you might want to figure it out quickly because we have class with him, and things are just going to get worse the longer you let him stew in the idea that you and that Darestin guy are a thing."
