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“Don’t you know that you can have anything you want?” His eyes searched mine. “I’ll hurt anyone for you.”
The weight on my chest was too heavy, it almost hurt to breathe.
“Who is it?” he asked. “Who do I have to hurt?”
My eyes burned. Why did he do this? He’d soften and tempt me with the fantasy that I wasn’t alone and maybe—possibly—there was hope.
His scent hit me. Bergamot and blue cypress, and I looked up at his brown hair, perfectly styled and rich against his perfect skin and dark brows. Black lashes framed eyes that looked like the leaves surrounding a lagoon on some stupid island somewhere, and for a moment, I was lost.
Just for a moment.
“God, please,” I finally said. “Get yourself a life, Will Grayson. You’re pathetic.”
And his beautiful eyes instantly hardened as he lifted his chin. He pushed me off his lap and shoved me back toward my desk. “Sit down.”
He almost sounded hurt, and I nearly laughed. Probably disappointed I’m not stupid enough to fall for his shit. What was he planning? Gain my trust, lure me to Homecoming, and watch as they dumped pig’s blood all over me?
Nah, not original enough. Will Grayson had more imagination. I’d give him that, at least.
“All right, let’s go ahead and get started,” Mr. Townsend said, clearing his throat
I grabbed my bag and notebook off the floor and slid back into my chair, tucking my earbuds into my pocket.
“Take out your books,” he instructed as he took a quick sip of his coffee and flipped a paper on his desk.
Will just sat there, staring silently ahead, and I faltered for a moment as I watched the muscle flex in his jaw.
Whatever. I rolled my eyes and dug out my copy of Lolita as the rest of the class found theirs. Except Will, because he hadn’t bothered to bring a bag or books today.
“We’ve talked about Humbert being an unreliable narrator in the book.” Townsend took another drink of coffee. “How we are all the righteous heroes of our own story if we’re the ones telling it.”
I heard Will draw in and release a breath. I focused on the back of Kai Mori’s neck, usually fascinated by how precise and clean the lines of his trim were.
I was having trouble concentrating today.
Townsend continued, “And how often a matter of right or wrong is simply just a matter of perspective. To a fox, the hound is the villain. To a hound, the wolf. To a wolf, a human, and so on.”
Oh, please. Humbert Humbert was derailed.
And a criminal. Fox, hound, wolf, whatever.
“He believes he’s in love with Lo.” The teacher circled his desk and leaned against the front, his paperback curled in his fist. “But he’s not completely ignorant of his crime, either. He says,” —he flipped open his book, reading from it—“‘I knew I had fallen in love with Lolita forever; but I also knew she would not be forever Lolita.’” He looked up at the class. “What did he mean?”
“That she’d grow up,” Kai answered. “And no longer be sexually attractive to him because he’s a pedophile.”
I smirked to myself. Kai was kind of my favorite Horseman, if I had to pick one.
Townsend considered Kai’s thoughts, but then prompted another student.
“Do you agree?”
The girl shrugged. “I think he meant that we change, and she would, too. It’s not that she’s growing up. It’s that she’ll outgrow him, and he’s scared.”
Which was probably what Humbert actually meant, but I liked Kai’s assessment better.
The teacher nodded and then jerked his chin at another student. “Michael?”
Michael Crist looked up, sounding lost. “What?”
