I’d ignored them, but after I found a half-filled bottle of vodka under my bed, my body became hyper-aware of all the dangerous things I’d kept in that room. A packet of pills in my desk drawer was practically burning a hole through the desk before I left the room with shaky hands.
They were still a little shaky, now. As I watched Skye in front of me, her long, straight hair in a glossy sheet down her back, I felt a littlebetter. We hadn’t even been here one full day, and I felt sick every time I turned around. The only thing tethering me to earth was Skye, so that’s what I focused on.
Or, mainly, how her ass filled out her leggings.
As if sensing I was having a confusingly horny meltdown behind her, Skye reached back without turning to face me, holding out her hand in a silent command for me to take it. I held that pretty hand like a lifeline, my breathing evening out as she gently squeezed, reminding me she was right here.
We were both here, and we were safe. Everyone was safe.
Well…not everyone. People had died. But at least our friends were safe.
Skye led me up the rows of bleachers, heading toward the side with a busted out light. I huffed a laugh, wondering if our shadowy Prince was close by or if Skye just naturally gravitated toward dark spaces now.
Skye slid into the second closest seat to the corner, pulling me down next to her.
She was still holding my hand as she rested her chin on her other hand, her elbow on the armrest. “You okay, angel?”
I shook my head, not even attempting to lie.
Skye furrowed her brow, then brought my hand to her lips, kissing my knuckles gently.
“What can I do?” she asked.
I shrugged. She could slow my heart rate, but that wouldn’t get rid of my anxiety, as Dani had just explained.
“It’s just a lot,” I said.
Skye nodded. “Too bad Wyatt fucking sucks, otherwise you could actually get some counseling.”
I snorted. “That’s true.”
“There are other counselors here, right?” Skye asked.
“Yeah. Wyatt’s ex…whateveris taking some students.” I said lightly.
“Oh, fuck that.” Skye muttered, saying something about thebun bitchunder her breath as she turned away from me.
I grinned, then glanced past her, noticing the new guy was sitting not far away, and…he was watching us.
What the fuck was in the air today? Why was everyone checking out my Key?
I had the sudden urge to bare my teeth at him like an animal, not at all liking the way he watched Skye. He had that perpetually pissed off, bad boy vibe about him, yet he watched her like he was into her.
That was dangerous.
Skye would totally be into that.
I scowled.
“Aiden?”
I blinked, focusing back at Skye.
“Is that something you want? Counseling?”
I shrugged, my attention straying back to the asshole and his smug expression. He looked at Skye like he was starving, and I knew for a fact Skye was into that, because I looked at her the same way and she loved it.
Fuck, this wasn’t good. His hair was long on top, falling into his shockingly blue eyes. It was the perfect type of contrast that chicks were into.
