And I hated it.
But…
As I eyed some of the trinkets on his bookshelf, a realization I’d been ignoring seemed to flare brightly in my mind.
I didn’t think I hated him.
As much as I wanted to, as much as biology demanded otherwise…I didn’t hate Wyatt. I wanted an apology and I wanted to know why he acted the way he did, sure, but I didn’t hate him. Even as pissed as I was over the detention, I didn’thatehim.
I moved closer to the shelf of trinkets, eyeing a small, silvery-blue geode. I ran my finger over it, then froze as it seemed to glow suddenly. The creaking sound of Wyatt’s large, wingback chair drew my attention. Willow sat at his desk, her face illuminated by his laptop.
“Willow, turn that brightness down!” Mia whisper-yelled.
“Sorry!” Willow whispered back harshly. The glow on her face dimmed as she changed the brightness on the screen.
I swiped the geode and slipped it into my pocket.
“What are you doing on there?” I asked softly.
“I’m just changing his passwords. I don’t actually want to do anything to fuck with his job,” Willow admitted. “I’m going to rearrange his desk next.”
“What are you changing the password to?” Mia asked.
“WillowRocks,” she whispered back.
I snorted, which turned into a giggle. And then Mia was also giggling, and so was Willow. The sounds coming out of us were crazy as we covered our mouths while trying to stifle our laughter so it didn’t make it into the hall.
After a few minutes of our laughter dying down into chuckles, Willow sighed.
“I don’t have any other ideas. I don’t actually want to trash anything,” she said.
“Why don’t we…I don’t know. Hide his stapler?” Mia asked.
“Mia, that isincrediblylame,” Willow said, looking horrified.
Mia pursed her lips as I moved around the desk, pulling open the drawers slowly.
My eyes caught on something, and I grinned as I held it up to show the besties.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about!” Willow whisper-squealed.
After we finished executingthe ultimate harmful prank, we split off into different directions. I re-locked the door so Wyatt wouldn’t be suspicious when he came back in the morning, grinning as I tried to imagine his reaction.
Remembering the light that’d come on before we dove into the office, I decided it was time to scram. I probably could’ve just teleported, there was no one in the hall and no cameras on the entire campus, but I decided it’d be better to walk, just in case.
I immediately regretted that decision.
I ducked around the corner, and promptly slammed into a brick wall.
Again.
I was getting really sick of how often this happened to me.
“Hmm, look what I found,” a deep voice said. Large hands tightened around my arms. My heart-rate sped up, and my affinity? Non-existent.
I was getting really sick of how often that seemed to happen, too.
I pushed against the hard chest in front of me, my gaze traveling upwards to look right into the ocean eyes of River Mac.
