Chapter Four
Maisie
“What time are we meeting for dinner again?” I ask Char, my phone pressed to my ear as I push my way into the Psychology lab.
Out of all the classes I have, this one is my least favorite. I took it because I thought it would be interesting and I needed the credit hours, but as soon as I saw Macallan was also in this class, I wanted to drop it.
The only reason I didn’t was because of how large the class is and the fact that I sit nearly the entire length of the classroom away from him. Well, that and I made a promise to myself this year that I would stop making decisions based around one Macallan Stewart.
Last year, I bent myself backward trying to avoid him. This year, I’ve decided I’m done tiptoeing around him. I don’t have to deal with him. It’shimwho has to deal withme.
“Seven. Lyric can’t do any earlier because she has a five o’clock lab.”
“Why did she take such a late class?”
“I think it’s because Kai has classes all evening, so it gives her something to do instead of sitting home alone.”
“She could hang out with me.”
“Yeah, because you have so much free time.” She snorts.
Okay, so she has me there. My schedule is a bit... stretched.
“Yeah. Yeah.” I chuckle. “Okay, I gotta go. My class is getting ready to start. I’ll see you at seven.”
“See you then.”
I end the call, dropping down into my usual seat in the far back corner of the room.
I pull out my laptop and open it on my lap, taking the couple of minutes I have before the professor arrives to check my email.
I don’t pay attention to the movement around me as students file into the room and don’t even bother looking up from my laptop until someone drops down into the seat next to me, which is a rare occurrence given that nearly every other seat in the back row is empty.
I glance to my right, the breath freezing in my lungs when I see teal eyes and the familiar smirk of Macallan Stewart.
“Oh, hell no.” I seethe, shaking my head. “Go sit somewhere else.”
“Why would I do that?” He seems to find amusement in my reaction to him, which only serves to piss me off further.
“Because if you don’t, I can’t be held responsible for what happens to you.”
“Is that a promise?” His eyes damn near sparkle.
“It’s a warning, one you should heed.”
He thinks on that for a moment.
“Actually, I think I’ll stay right here.” He drops his bag on the floor before stretching out his long, muscular legs.
“Fine.” I slam my laptop shut. “If you won’t move...”
“Take your seats, please,” Professor Langdon calls from the front of the room just as I push to a stand.
“You heard the professor.” Macallan grins up at me, and I swear I would whack him in the face with my laptop if I thought I wouldn’t get in serious trouble for doing so in the middle of class.
Professor Langdon scans the room, his gaze settling on me, the only person still standing. He cocks a brow as if to saywhy are you not sitting.
Cursing under my breath, I slowly lower myself back into my seat.
