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Student Affairs takes up part of the basement level of the student center, along with a gallery and some other offices. It’s a bright white labyrinth down here, and I’m always getting lost in it, but I’m pretty sure we came in on the other end from where West is leading me.
“Okay, I think. I told them a bunch of stuff, and they asked some questions. Then I gave them all my log printouts. They’re supposed to talk to Nate next, and then we’ll see. ”
West’s expression darkens. “That’s it? ‘We’ll see’?”
He’s been like this since we left my dad’s. Keyed up, bitter, a little sarcastic. I think he must have been under the illusion that just because I’m right, everyone will take my side. As if that’s the way the world works.
For my part, I’ve moved beyond thinking anything is going to be handed to me without a fight.
“Well, yeah. What did you think, they’d tie him to the back of a horse and drag him around campus?”
He doesn’t find the joke funny. I reach up and feel the deep worry line between his eyebrows. “Hey. What’s this for?”
“Nothing. You hungry? You should eat something. Get some rest. I want you to sleep while I’m on at the bakery tonight. ”
I stop walking. “West. ”
“What?”
“What’s the matter?”
Because there’s something more going on with him than can be explained by disappointment with how my interview went. There’s this energy coming off him, a gathering storm cloud, dark and dangerous. I can feel it when I stand close, and it reminds me of that day when I found him at the library after he’d punched Nate—a physical violence, vibrating atoms, primitive chemicals.
“Nothing. I’m fine. ”
I take his upper arms in a firm grip, pull him closer, go up on my tiptoes to kiss him. He just stands there like a block of wood, and when I come down he tries on a smile that’s so pathetically not a smile, I want to wipe it off his face.
“Yeah, you totally feel fine,” I say. “That was such a great kiss, I’m about to rip off my panties and do you in the hallway. ”
No smile. No humor in him at all. He tugs at my hand. “Let’s get out of here. ”
“Not until you talk to me. ”
“Not here. ”
“Why not? There’s no one around. ”
His eyes dart past my shoulder to the other end of the hall.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
I figure out why he’s swearing—the only likely reason for him to be so tense—as I’m turning around. The sight of Nate standing where there was no one a few seconds ago is more confirmation than surprise.
“You knew he was coming?”
West doesn’t answer. Maybe he overheard something, maybe the secretary told him, but somehow he knew.
“It’s fine, West. I mean, it’s sweet that you’re so worried, but I was going to have to see him sooner or later, I just—”
One glance tells me he isn’t listening to me.
One look at his eyes informs me that West’s attempt to railroad me out of the building wasn’t for my protection. At least, not in the way I assume.
He’s flushed. Focused.
Homicidal.
“Don’t you dare,” I tell him. “Don’t even think about it. ”
