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Elliot

I can’t figure out if she’s upset, confused, or plain fucking pissed as I flash a smile her way. Damn. She’s beautiful no matter what look is on her face. With the exasperated glare she’s throwing at me, I’m leaning more towards pissed. It’s not like I blame her after the way I handled—or rather didn’t handle—shit this morning. The conversation threatened to overwhelm me. All the thoughts of my mom had flooded my mind. It was either cut off the discussion or bawl like a fucking baby at Victoria’s feet.

She flinches when Grant walks up behind her. He’s saying something to her when his eyes land on mine. I don’t even need to take a step toward him for the smirk to fade from his face. He abruptly snaps his mouth closed and swiftly walks away from her. That fucker still hasn’t learned. I will be sure to reiterate the message loud and clear, once and for all.

Grant keeps a shit-eating grin on his face as he strolls by. I attempt to move in his direction but Wade’s hand comes up, shoving me in the opposite direction. I need to put my fist through Grant’s face again. Instead, I settle for the next best thing—watching Grant pick up his pace, hurrying his pansy ass away. Pussy.

“He’s not worth it, dude,” Wade says.

“No, but that’s not going to stop me from beating the ever-loving shit out of him.” Again. And not soon enough for my liking.

“Ah, he’s a pissant. It’s comical watching him try to butter his way into Quinn’s pants, but she ain’t having it—not even if Asher would allow anyone to look her way.” Wade laughs but I don’t share in his amusement, unable to find humor anywhere Grant is involved. The news that Quinn isn’t falling for his fuckery is a huge relief. The further away Quinn and Victoria are from the dickweasel, the better.

“Just let me know if anything changes.” Asher isn’t going to allow anyone, much less Grant, near Quinn but I want to know if there’s even a slight chance it might happen.

“Will do.” Wade chats away about nothing as we walk to class, the hallway already beginning to clear out. The school day is just starting, but I’m ready to bail. I’d considered skipping school without Victoria, but that was less appealing than being here with her, even if she’s a tad bit pissed at me. Thankfully, this is just a speed bump. There’s hope of removing that pissy stare and replacing it. It dawns on me just how to do so. Saying sorry this morning hadn’t felt like enough, but it was all I could do. Now I’ll gladly say it all day long because she is what I need. She’s my home—my serenity that I can’t exist without.

Turning, I holler over my shoulder to Wade, “Cover for me. I’m going to be a few minutes late.” It’ll be more than worth it because she’s worth it, and I need her full forgiveness to allow me back in. There’d been moments last night where I could feel her pulling away, both physically and emotionally. And neither set well with me, not when she’s fully ingrained in every piece of me.