“Wh . . . what?” Digging my heels in, I made it so he had to drag me, and I really think he would have if he hadn’t heard the same sniggers I did from passing students.
He turned me roughly to look at him, his hand still tight on my arm. “Where were you Friday night?”
No!My horror froze me for a moment. “Where were you?” I countered glibly.
Sky-blue eyes now looked like a heavy storm was coming in. He was not happy. In fact, he looked kinda scary. This wasnotwhere I wanted to be. “Cut the bullshit.”
“I agree, you should.” I finally jerked out of his arm. “And I’ll bruise, thanks for that.”
“Where were you on Friday night?”
“Is it your business?” I snapped at him. Why did he want to know now? Had he figured it out?
“You’reher?” he asked me as he looked me over one more time. I didn’t like the fact that he was looking at me with barely concealed contempt. Maybe it wasn’t contempt, maybe it wasastonishment?Either way,it was non-complimentary.
“I’m who?” I hoped that I sounded confused, curious even. I didn’tfeelcurious; I felt like I was three short seconds from a complete panic attack, throwing my coffee at him, and running very,veryfast away.
“Fuck, it reallyisyou.”
“If you’re so sure, then why are you asking?” I tore my eyes away from his perfect, stupid face and looked out over the quad, desperate for an intervention andpraying that I appeared indifferent,searching the faces of the other students in the hopes ofseeing someoneI recognized, someone whowould save me from thisembarrassment.Please, God, makehim leave me alone.
“I can’t believe it would beyou.” His hand dragging slowly over his face emphasized his growing horror at the realization, andI forgot thatI was supposed to beappearingcooland casual, if not slightly irate. Instead, I feltnothing but mounting anger that he was being such a complete jerk.
Asshole.
“Wow.” I looked him overas coldly as he had looked at me. “You really do know how to make a girl feelspecial.”
“How the fuck did it even happen?” His eyes were narrowed in anger, and I knew that the longer I stood in front of him, the more questions he was going to ask.
Personally, any other time,I loved questions, but onlywhen it was the right time, right place,and the right person.
Right here? Right now? This was not it.
I didn’t have enough answers to make me look good coming out of this.
Biting back the rapidly buildinghysteria inside me,I sent a quick silent prayer to the angels above to forgive me for the sin I was about to commit against caffeine, and thenI actuallydid it.
I threw my coffee at the star quarterback of mycollege’s football team.
Catching him by surprise, I took the opening, and turning, I sprinted across the campus groundslike the Devil was nipping at my heels. Because he was, and he was gaining on me . . . fast.
Ignoring the catcalls and the shouts of encouragement as he chased me across the campus green, I savagely cursed myself for being a couch potato and not a fitness freak as I felt my lungs scream in protest at the sudden unwelcome exercise. Strong hands grabbed me, and I was half-carried, half-dragged into a building and thrust into the first room he came across. Thankfully, it was empty, so no one would see my humiliation.
“What is your problem?” I demanded as I turned and realized it could be that he was wearing my caramel latte on his white T-shirt.
“You bitch.” Jett stepped toward me, and on instinct, I backed away as he advanced. “No, you don’t fuckingrun.”
The door opened, and I turned in hopes that someone had come to save me from whatever the hell was going on, but instead, Gray came in. Closing the door behind him, he leanedagainst it, folding his arms, his unfriendly glare telling me there was no help coming from him.
“What’s going on?” I asked them as I tried to keep my voice calm.
“Why did you do it?” Jett demanded.
Seeing no compassion from Gray, I turned back to look at Jett. “I don’t know what you mean.”
His fist came flying past my head and met loudly with the wall behind me. I flinched. He didn’t. His body was mere inches from mine, and I didn’t dare look up at him.
“Tell mewhyand who gave it to you.” His voice was low and sinister.
