“It’s not like—”
“It’s not what it looks like, you don’t like both and all of them, no, no.” Jackson put words in my mouth, getting on my nerves.
“Cut it out.”
“You cut it out, White. And get your head on straight.”
“It is. Of course I don’t want to hurt Will.”
He cracked up, then turned to look at me.
“Hurt Will? Who do you think you are? Do you really think Will’s in love with you?”
“No, but—”
“You don’t know him.” He cut me off. This again?
“Then explain.”
“June, that’s my spot, but my lap is free if you want it.” Marvin stopped in front of me with a smile, pointing at the seat I was sitting on.
“No, thank you.”
I got up in a huff and joined Will, who didn’t have a seat free next to him.
“Sorry, June, I saved your seat, but you know how it is.” William pointed at James, who was lounging next to him.
I quickly looked around for a seat and met two pairs of spiteful gazes.
Amelia and Ari.
“You can sit here if you want,” invited Will.
I sat on his lap and soon after, the lights dimmed. The projection started, and the classroom was dark, which might’ve been why Will pushed my hair away from my shoulders to expose my neck, ready to receive a kiss.
I traced the surface of the bench with my finger. Someone had engraved doodles in the wood.
“Did you do them?”
“I do them when I’m tense.”
Will took a knife out of his pants pocket. It was the same one I’d seen James with last night. My eyes widened.
He drove it into the bench an inch away from my arm and moved the blade next to my skin, tracing the outlines of it.
“It helps me release tension,” he whispered on my neck. I jumped. I hadn’t been expecting Will to do that, nor was I expecting to react like that.
I suppressed the instinct to throw my head back at the pleasant contact with his warm lips, but when I moved my eyes, I noticed James staring at me through narrowed ones. I felt like I was being put to the test.
I closed my eyes and bit my lip as William’s nose brushed against my ear. I was desperately struggling to not give in to those sensations. Okay, we still had to talk, and we had a lot of unfinished business, but . . .
His hand slid under the bench, and my throat closed up.
“Does it scare you, June?” he asked, tickling my bare thigh with the cool blade.
“Wi-Will?”
He pointed the knife at my inner thigh and slowly lifted the hem of my skirt.
