He grimaced, but nodded. “Yeah, I know. We should step up our plans to deal with all of that soon. I don’t know how long I can hide how I feel about you.”
Ugh. There went my heart doing the flippy thing again.
Jordan kissed me once more—quickly this time—and I grinned like a lunatic the whole way to my next lecture of the day.
Chapter 12
Over the next few days, the weather decided it wanted a shot at second winter, sending massive snowstorms across the academy grounds.
“It’s, like, almost fucking summer,” I complained.
Mattie snorted. “Well, sure, but here there’re no real seasons. The weather just does whatever the fuck it wants.”
“It’s crazy to think I’ve been at Arbon for almost five months,” I said.
The time had flown by, and if it weren’t for the Alex situation, I’d be living my best life. Alex, Brandon, Claudette. I needed to rid myself of those fuckers and get back to the good times.
Like making out with Jordan, who I literally could not stop thinking about.
“Have I told you lately how happy I am that you won the lottery,” Mattie said, breaking me out of my sexy thoughts. “I couldn’t have chosen better myself.”
I shook my head at her. “We should stop referring to it as a lottery and more as a genetic Russian roulette, since apparently there’s nothing random about it at all.”
Mattie looked around suddenly, probably to ensure there were no ears close enough to overhear. "This Alex thing has to be dealt with soon. I can't watch him maul you like that again."
I swallowed roughly, bile on my tongue. "Imagine how I feel."
I'd never been more grateful to Jordan. His touch… taste. The way he’d taken the time to find me and help me erase Alex. It was the mental cleanse I needed to regain my composure.
A group of chicks appeared at the end of the hall, walking in our direction. When they got closer, I realized it was Claudette and her band of bitches.
I hadn’t seen her, not really, since everything had gone down with Alex. I found I wasn’t even remotely angry at her about that—I kind of felt sorry for the moron. But the Brandon thing.
That still had me raging.
Speaking of…
“Brandon will be back from his family home tomorrow,” she said, deliberately loud enough for us to hear. “Be interesting to see what happens when he takes his place here again.”
Her gaze locked with mine, and I could see she was silently telling me that this time he was going to kill me.
I smiled back, and it was enough to wipe that look off her face.
She didn’t even know she’d handed me everything I’d been waiting for—a chance to kill the son of a bitch.
When they were out of earshot, I swung my palm reader up and typed the same message to Rafe, Jordan, and Nolan.
Me:When is the next event? I need in. Also, I need Brandon in.
Mattie was reading over my shoulder, and we both waited for the replies.
Jordan:You don’t have to take that bastard on alone. We got your back.
Swoonie fucker. But also, he needed to come to terms with the fact that I was no princess in need of a savior. No white knights needed apply. I had this shit handled on my own. Although it was nice to have someone at my back, as long as they didn’t want me to run and hide.
Nolan:No.
Angel:If I help you with this, what are you going to do for me, Cinderella?
