“Miss Lee!”
We both turn at the voice. Nora waves at Haven, the bangles on her arm clattering. “Over here, sweetie!”
Haven’s expression shuts down immediately. She sends a last glare my way, ignoring Nora as she changes direction and speed walks to the restrooms beside the cafeteria.
“Haven!” Nora calls again.
Haven doesn’t even break stride as she ducks into the women’s bathroom, the door swinging shut behind her.
I hesitate, glancing back at Nora. She’s frowning in confusion, and even looks a little peeved.
Weird.
“I need to speak with you, Mr. Jordan,” Rooke’s voice sends an icy shudder through my body. I don’t dare look back at him.
Fuck.
Before I can think twice, I’m moving toward Nora, putting as much distance as possible between myself and Bastian fucking Rooke.
Because he wouldn’t try anything in front of her...right?
“Hey, Nora,” I say, forcing a smile as I approach her desk.
She gives me a surprised look. “What can I do for you, Mr. Jordan?”
“You’re looking for Haven?”
Nora’s lips purse. “That girl’s been avoiding me since the start of the semester,” she grumps, and then adjusts her glasseslike she shouldn’t have said anything, glancing away furtively. “But that’s neither here nor there.”
“Yeah, she’s kinda not feeling well.”
Nora’s eyebrows lift. “Oh? That’s unfortunate.” She glances over my shoulder, and I can feel Rooke’s eyes on my back as he passes through the lobby.
But he doesn’t approach, thank God.
She watches him for a moment, and I’m not sure if it’s her annoyance with Haven, but she gives him a brief scowl before putting back her usual smile.
“You know, maybe you can help,” Nora says.
I force a grin. “Yes, ma’am.”
“You said you two knew each other,” she says, bobbing her head toward the restrooms.
I shake my head. “I did?”
Her eyes narrow. “That’s what you told me when you asked for her number.” She grabs the two halves of her cardigan, drawing them closed over her wide bosom. “I don’t just go around handing out student’s contact details to anyone, Mr. Jordan,” she says in a lower voice.
As if I don’t know. Took a handful of candy bars to sweeten the deal.
“I thought you meant we were fu—dating.” I clear my throat. “We’re…friends.”
“Well I don’t know why, but you’d swear what I have is catching, because I cannot get that girl to talk to me.”
“About what?”
Nora blinks at me through her glasses. “It’s her father. I’ve been trying to get hold of him since the start of the semester, but the number I have must be wrong.”
Despite everything, my stomach coils uneasily. “You need to speak to her dad?”
