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“Sit down!”
Peering down at her, I smirk. “Thought you wanted me to leave.”
“I do,” she grits out. “But I’d rather you sit and annoy me then interrupt all these other people.”
I hold out my open palm, giving her one more chance. “Key. Now.”
Her shoulders rise, hand stuck in between the pages of her book. “I. Do. Not. Have. It. I swear to you. You either lost it, or someone took it.”
Is she serious?I think she might be. Scar hates attention, so if she had it, she’d give it back before letting me embarrass her in front of all these people.
But I can’t be too sure.
“Excuse me, everyone.” I get up, grab the chair, and swing it around. As planned, I get everyone’s attention, including the librarian’s, who glances at me out of the corner of her eye before looking down and pretending to be oblivious to the scene I’m causing.
Scar clenches her jaw while all the color drains from her face. “Sit down, Crew.”
I lift my foot, setting my boot on the chair. “This girl beside me is Scarlett Sunder. I’m sure you’ve all heard of her. Well, she’s stolen something from me. Something really important.”
Scar drops her head down on her folded arms that are pressed to the table. “I don’t have your key,” she hisses into the fabric of her black-and-gray flannel.
“I don’t believe you,” I say to her, before returning my attention to the crowd, who’s hanging on my every word. “Until Scarlett returns what is mine, I need you all to make it your mission to remind her how wrong it is to disobey a member of The Lawless.” I look down at Scar, who’s pinning me with a glare. “Give her hell.”
She winces, “Fine.”
“Fine?”
“Fine. I’ll give you your key.”
“Situation averted. For now,” I tell the crowd. “Carry on.”
Dropping my foot from the chair, I step behind Scar and press my hands to the table on either side of her. I bury my nose in her hair and her floral-scented shampoo fills my senses. “Well, what are you waiting for? Hand it over.”
God, she smells so fucking good. What is that? Lavender? I inhale another breath, practically snorting her hair.Jasmine, maybe?
The next thing I know, her head is whipping around and I’m getting smacked in the face with her sweet-scented locks. “I don’t have it with me. Why don’t you wait here and I’ll go grab it.”
She must think I’m a complete idiot. I know this girl. She’ll leave and never come back while I sit and wait like an obedient dog. “Nice try, Scar.” I grab her bag off the table, then her book.
“What are you doing? Give me that.” She grabs her bag, pulling it while I do the same. We’re playing a game of tug-of-war when the strap rips off and Scar’s back crushes against the edge of the table. “Ugh!” she grumbles, placing a hand on the sore spot on her back. “You’re such a jerk!”
“Oh, shit.”
She rubs her side beneath the oversized flannel she’s wearing. “Oh shit is right.”
“Looks like we’re even. Now get your ass up so we can go get my key.” I grab her arm, pulling her up, but she drops back down in the chair.
She scoffs. “Can’t you see I’m injured?”
“Injured, my ass. You barely hit the damn table. You’ve got thirty seconds to lick your wounds or I’ll reinstate my demands to every student in this room.”
Scar sinks down in the chair, still faking her injury. It’s obvious she’s biding her time because she doesn’t want to return my damn key. Her admission was only half the battle. The girl is as stubborn as they come, and it’s really fucking annoying. Kinda turning me on, too, if I’m being honest. I’m fucked up like that.
“All right,” I tell her, “time’s up.”
“Hear me out, Crew,” she says, turning in the chair and pressing her hands on the back of it. “I need you to listen to every word I say.” Her monotone voice has me dreading where this conversation is headed. “I. Do. Not. Have. Your. Key.”
My head falls back and I close my eyes momentarily, willing myself not to blow up. “Cut the bullshit. You just admitted to me you had it.”
