“You need something?” I ask.
“Why were you in Coach Murphy’s office?”
“Wrong turn. As you know, I’m new around here.”
“So you’re saying you took a wrong turn into a locked office door?”
“It wasn’t locked,” I lie.
“Will the cameras agree?” He nods to his right. Shit. I didn’t know there were cameras. I should have. This school has everything.
“I’m sure they will.”
“All right, then I’ll check them when my brother gets back home to see for myself.” This asshat has got me. His brows are raised, waiting for my next move.
“Have fun with that.” I go to walk past him, but he steps into my path. “We don’t like each other, so why are you everywhere I am?”
“I am?” His expression turns to amusement, implying I’m a dummy for believing that. I might be.
“Are we done here?”
“We are if you want me to let my brother know about you breaking into the coach’s office.” If I were back home, I would so go down for this. My dad would have been okay with it, but here, things are different. I have to keep my sister in consideration. I’m not trying to make her life harder.
“So you really are a snitch?” I try another tactic that I know isn’t going to work. Not on Luke.
“I am what I need to be to get what I want.” Crap. He has one up on me, and we both know it.
“Fine,” I say, folding my arms over my chest. “What do you want?”
“I need to think about it,” he says smugly, his face making a smirk at the same time. I want to murder him. Not over the smirk but because of how attractive he is when he does it.
“I have places to be,” I tell him. “And I know thinking takes you time, but can we hurry this along?”
“You know I’m the one with power here.”
“Right, if you say so.” I roll my eyes, pushing my luck. I don’t think Luke is bluffing, but I can’t let him take me down too easily. Then he will keep trying, and I’m sure it’s shocking to his system that I’m poking back to begin with.
“Give me your number.”
“That’s what you want?” That’s easy. I’ll block him right after I give it to him.
“No, I want your number so when I come up with what I want, I’ll let you know.” I shouldn’t be surprised that he’s going to try to hold it over my head.
“Seriously?”
“You think I’m joking?” His face falls blank. It’s creepy and impressive how he can do that. It also makes me wonder what happened in his privileged life that he learned to perfect such an expression.
“Fine.” I start to ramble off my number. If he can get into his brother’s computer to check the school cameras, then he could surely get my number in there. Before I can finish, he plucks my phone out of my hand. “Hey!” I roll my eyes when his own phone dings and I know he texted himself to make sure he had the right one. I snatch my phone back when he’s done.
“I’ll be in touch, Buttercup.” He steps around me and starts walking. I spin around to glare a hole into his back.
“Don’t call me that,” I growl after him.
“I’ll call you whatever I like,” he tosses back, not bothering to glance at me.
That is until he gets to the end of the hallway. He pauses and does finally look, our eyes locking. Now it’s me that smirks. I’m calling this round a draw.
I book it back to my room. “Hey,” I say to a few of the girls lingering in the lounge area that is right across from my dorm.
