I walked into the building. My gaze landed on Elena’s figure as she tried to see if her locker was booby-trapped. My coat draped over her arm.
A chuckle bubbled from my lips as I walked over to her. “She wouldn’t do the same thing twice, but just to be safe, let me.”
“Oh, aren’t you the knight in shining armor?” She sounded tired, and I opened her locker.
Nothing happened. I chuckled at the look on her face as she handed me back my coat without taking her eyes from the inside, which was stained free. She frowned and mumbled, “Thanks.”
“You okay?”
She shook her head. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” She grabbed her books and shoved them into her bag.
“Morning, Elena.” Jace walked past us and laughed.
Elena’s gaze flickered to mine. “Oh crap, what did you do?”
“Nothing.” I chuckled.
“He never spoke to me before, and now he knows my name. It’s just a matter of time before she will incinerate me, Blake.”
At that precise moment, Chloë walked past, and if Elena could climb into her locker, she would.
“Relax, she won’t, okay? She knows exactly where she stands with me.”
“What?” Elena looked at me with a raised eyebrow.
“Yes, I like to make things clear if you haven’t picked up on that by now. I told you before. I enjoy hanging out with you. You are light. Not a lot of drama seems to follow you.”
“And that is what you like because I’m light.” She scoffed. “You do not know what you are saying.”
“I’m willing to find out if you are,” I said and walked away before she could say another word or reject me altogether. She was my future, literally. And I had less than three months to get her on my side.
6
ELENA
“Elena?” Mr. Whitmore called my name.
“Huh?”
Laughter filled the class, as I did not know what he’d asked. I was still trying to decipher how my locker had gotten paint-free.
“What is the answer?” Mr. Whitmore’s dark eyebrow arched.
“Sorry, I had a lot on my mind. I didn’t sleep well last night.”
The stocky teacher, with a belly that stretched against his pleated shirt and jeans, said, “Pay attention. It’s going to be in the finals this year.”
“Sorry.”
I found Meg’s eyes on me. That was the girl who came to my rescue yesterday, and she also showed me yesterday afternoon who Chloë was. She was gorgeous with her long wavy hair, legs for days, and not to mention the right curves.
Meg’s lips thinned as her dimple showed. I was sure everyone knew what Blake had said to me this morning.
What the hell was wrong with him? I’d told him yesterday to leave me alone. In three months, my dad would move, and I would never see him again. He’d made it twenty times worse when he’d told me that this morning.
“Elena?” Mr. Whitmore asked me again, and I closed my eyes tight.
Not again.
