“I think we might need to keep an eye on this guy,” Poe says.
“Yeah. And on Callie too,” I say and make to follow my friend.
But Poe stops me. “I don’t think you should go after her.”
“What?”
“Yup. You’ve got other things to worry about,” Poe says, raising her eyebrows.
Wyn looks over my shoulder. “Yeah. Something like him.”
Him.
They don’t have to tell me anything more than that. I immediately know whohimis.
In fact, I feel him.
I feel the skin on the back of my neck prickle and heat up. My entirespineprickles and heats up.
“You should go talk to him,” Wyn continues. “We can take care of Callie.”
“Yeah, give him hell,” Poe says fiercely.
Again, I didn’t tell them what happened. But they guessed that something awful had occurred back at the library, when I came out all red and shaky. And then he came out, a few minutes behind me with his jaw gritted, looking all arrogant and aloof as he left the building without sparing anyone a glance.
My friends asked me if they needed to do something about it. If they needed to prank him or if it was serious enough to go report it to someone. I told them I could handle it. That it was between me and him.
And I was right.
I am going to handle it because itisbetween me and him.
Still feeling him at my back, I exhale a breath. “Okay.”
They both give me smiles before squeezing my shoulder and taking off after Callie.
At last, I turn around.
My palm stings as soon as I catch sight of him.
He’s in the same corner as before. The one he was bursting out of. The same vintage jacket too that makes him look like a daredevil. A bad, rebellious boy. And the same cap, hiding the top of his face and his dirty blond hair.
Like the last time, he also has a girl by his side. This one is a brunette. She seems pretty interested in him, and why wouldn’t she be? I bet she’s counting her lucky stars that she gets to talk to a superstar athlete, The Blond Arrow.
Besides girls find him irresistible, don’t they?
That’s what he told me last night. And he’s not even wrong about it because they do.
Ido.
And I am crazy for him. Crazy and stupid and sad. All for him.
But I’m also going to give him a piece of my mind, and he probably knows that. Because it’s all reflected on my face, my tipped-up chin and heaving chest. And unlike the last time when I found him engrossed in the girl, he is engrossed inme.
Yeah, he’s watching me with his shining, flaming eyes.
The eyes that I stupidly waxed poetic about.
I fist my hands at my sides and strangely, those eyes shine even more. Like two beacons on his shadowed features.
