Page 106 of Forever Relentless

I tried not to laugh; she was hot when she was pissed.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“Maybe.”

“Screw you.”

“Okay.”

“Ugh. Men.” She looked more pissed off than before. “Did they tell you which garage?”

“Yes. They also emailed you the information.” I decided to poke her some more. “They’re justifying that no-show fee, right?”

“I hate you.” Briar picked up her stuff. “I’m going back to work.”

“You’re welcome.”

“Shut up, Matthews.”

I laughed as she marched away from me. Picking up my own backpack, I headed to class.

I’d just sat down when my phone vibrated in my pocket. She’d texted me the images she took. I flicked through them. I didn’t feel awkward looking at them . . . complete lie. I hated the very thought of it.

Me: Thanks. I’ll post them later

B: Them? Not them. One.

What?

Me: One?

B: You can’t post them all, a) you’ll look like a narcissist, and b) you’ll bore your ‘fans’.

Me: Why did you send me nine if I’m only to post one?

B: OMG! You really are clueless. You get a selection, you pick the best one, you post ONE.

Me: Well, which one is the best one?

B: You don’t know?

Me: If I knew, why would I ask?

She sent me one of the images again.

B: This one

I looked at it. I was looking up from my phone, looking straight at the camera, my hair falling over my forehead. I looked like I was about to do something devious.

I sucked my teeth as I considered it. I looked at it again. She’d picked the one that showed exactly who I was. I wasn’t sure whether to be unsettled or impressed.

Me: I look like I have a secret

B: Exactly

B: You’re welcome

I smiled a little at her sass, putting the phone away as the professor started the class. I looked around for Dante or Dustin. They were both in this class with me, but when I couldn’t see them. I tried to pay attention to the professor instead.