“Your spirit seems high?”
“Yeah, I had a good day.”Lie, Elena.Not that Dad would buy it.
“Share.”
“Art, always art.”
“What did you get?”
“A+ for the last project.”
It wasn’t a lie, just a wrong day.
“I’m proud, Bear.”
I tried not to look around the parking lot for Blake, but my eyes skidded over the students in the parking lot. He probably went home after Jace brought us back.
Sometimes, winter doesn’t suck.
14
ELENA
The weekend was boring like hell, except for the times Blake kept me busy with text messages.
On Monday I found him in the gym. We obviously kissed a long time and he told me just how much he’d missed me. It always made my stomach flipped and warmed my gut.
I hated when the school bell rang.
The classes dragged till lunch time.
I could feel Chloë’s eyes on me sitting at their usual table surrounded by cheerleaders and Jocks.
Blake was nowhere to be seen, either, and I took out my lunch and started eating with Wuthering Heights in my hand, reading.
The words didn’t form pictures in my mind as Blake took up all the space. Where the hell was he?
I put the book down, as it was useless to read. The chair scraped next to me and my lips curved into a smile as the warmth in my core returned.
His scent clouded my thoughts. Everything about him was hypnotic.
He leaned over in his chair, resting his arms on his thighs. “Come with me.”
“Where?”
A grin formed on his lips.
“Blake, the school is going to phone my dad and then we are going to be in huge poop.”
“Oh, will you stop worrying so much? Let’s go.”
He got up, and like a magnet, I followed. I put my half-eaten sandwich back in the lunch box and chucked it in my bag.
We met Jace at the school’s entrance.
“Thanks, Jace,” Blake said as I followed them to the parking lot.
“Where are we going?”
