But she accepts it and turns around in the bed to face away from me and promptly starts snoring.
Chapter Nineteen
Elanor gives me weird looks the next day and the day after that, and the day afterthat.
Or maybe it’s me.
Maybe I’m imagining things.
Because honestly, she always gives me weird looks, along with her other three friends. Although they don’t harass me anymore.
Not since Arrow put them in their place.
So I don’t know if I should be worried about what happened that night, the night I got back from my ride with Arrow.
I don’t know if I should be worried that my roommate might know something. And if she knows then other people might come to know too.
People like the principal, my guardian, Leah.
She’ll be super disappointed in me for sneaking out and breaking rules like this, when her main aim in sending me here was to learn to follow them. If she finds out that I go to see Arrow, then I don’t know how severely she might react.
I’m not an ideal candidate for her son. Not that we’re in any kind of a relationship but still.
And my sister.
She’ll definitely think I’m a whore. Even though in my heart I know that I’m not.
Not to mention my letters.
I still need to hide them. But the thought of not having them close gives me so much anxiety that I haven’t been able to move the shoeboxes.
But I will.
I promise myself that I’ll be smart and I’ll hide them as soon as I get a chance.
Meanwhile though, I should stop.
I know. I shouldn’t take the risk.
If by some miracle Elanor doesn’t know anything and I’m imagining everything, then I got really lucky that night.
I shouldn’t tempt fate.
In fact, I’m not the only one who’s tempting fate. There’s someone else too.
Callie.
She sneaks out like me, all alone. I think she goes out to see Reed Jackson. The guy we saw at the bar a few weeks ago.
I’ve caught her a couple of times but never said anything because she’s always given me my space. But I decide to say something after the Elanor incident.
“Is it him?” I ask her one day, pulling her aside in the library, and she flushes.
I don’t have to explain to her whohimis. Her gorgeous villain.
“Not really. But yeah.” Then, “Is it him?”
And she doesn’t have to elaborate on who myhimis either. My darling Arrow.
