“What?” I growl.
Most of them turn their heads toward their books.
Good.
Don’t fucking look at me unless I tell you to.
I march to my seat, slam down my bag, and take out my books, tearing them open on the correct page.
“Thank you for joining us, Miss Reed.” Alec Caruso, the teacher, clears his throat. “Now, let’s continue where we left off.”
It’s only been five minutes, but every second feels like an eternity while I wait for time to pass so I can finally get the fuck out ofhere and do what I really want to do, the one thing that will curb my rage.
Murder.
The pencil between my fingers cracks in two.
I. Can’t. Wait.
I don’t care if the teacher is still talking and I’m supposed to be paying attention to his class.
I pull out my phone and start making a hit list while grinning like a vicious bitch.
None of them will see me coming until it’s too late.
Xavier
I pickup my baloney sandwich, but the moment I spot Sunny waltzing down the path, I can’t imagine swallowing even a bite of it.
Her black-and-green hair waves from side to side with every step she takes, heelsclick-clackingon the pavement as staunchly as her ass sways back and forth, and my eyes can barely focus on anything else but her presence.
The baloney slowly flops out of my sandwich as she passes by. She’s seemingly unaware of my existence, while I’ve become wholly integrated in hers.
And fuck me, the intoxicating perfume that wafts into my nose as she walks by is mouthwatering.
“Hello, earth to Xavier? Hello?” My sister snaps her fingers in front of my face while I’m trying to obsess, and it’s pissing me off.
“What?” I bark, putting my empty sandwich back into the container. “Can you not? I’m trying to eat.”
“Yeah, I can tell,” she says, wriggling her brows, while throwing devious glances at Sunny.
I am so not in the mood for her games.
“What’s going on?” River, a friend of Aspen’s, asks as he joins us for lunch.
“Xavier’s got the hots for Sunny,” Aspen muses.
“For real? Damn,” River says, covering his mouth so I don’t see him laugh.
“He wants to pounce on that girl,” Océane says, making a catlike gesture with her manicured nails. “Rawr. Go get her, tiger.”
I roll my eyes. “You guys are ridiculous.”
Sometimes I like the friends group we’ve got going on, and other times…
“No, you are, because you keep drooling all over our food,” Aspen says, stabbing her salad again.
So I steal her fork, stab all the cucumbers, and shove them into my mouth. “There, now I drooled all over your food.”
