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“It’s not nice, Rem. We’re friends. Just friends. I don’t want to go with my friend. I want to go with...” She smashes her lips together, and my eyes narrow.
“You want to go with...”
“No one. I want to go stag.”
“You’re not fooling anyone.” I smirk. “The thing is, I can’t decide if you want to be Cole’s date or Conner’s. Or maybe you want to be in a Jagger twin sandwich?”
Her cheeks flush deep red. “Now there’s something to think about.”
“You’re so bad.”
“And late.” She glances at her wristwatch. “I’ve got to go, appointment with the guidance counsellor,” she groans. “But I’ll see you at lunch.”
She takes off down the emptying hall. I should probably get a move on, but I’m in no hurry to get to class. Between Cole taking off, losing my locket, and these strange text messages, I feel on edge.
Part of me knows I should tell Ace, but I also know he has enough on his plate. Besides, it’s probably just Bexley or one of his football douchebag friends trying to scare me.
I round the corner and almost collide with none other than Bexley. “Seriously?” I grumble under my breath.
“What’s your problem?” he hisses, his stormy eyes burning into me.
“Whatever, Bexley.” I shoulder past him and keep walking, but he catches up to me, snagging my wrist.
“Remi, come on. Don’t do this.”
I whip around and glare at him. The hall is empty now, not that anyone would dare report the Seahawks’ star player. “And what exactly is it you think I’m doing?”
“Jagger, really? He’s trash, Remi. You can do so much better.” He closes the space between us, crowding me against the locker.
“You need to go, now. Before I knee you in the balls again.”
His eyes flash with recognition. “Shit, you rem—”
“Remember? Of course I fucking remember. I’m not some prize to be won, Bexley. You did a shitty thing that night...”
“Oh, and Jagger is an angel? He filmed you, for fuck’s sake. He played the tape for everyone to see—”
“Stop. Just stop.” My chest heaves, and I don’t miss the way Bexley’s eyes drop there. “I’m not going to explain myself to you. I never wanted more than friendship, but that wasn’t enough for you.”
“Remi Bear, come on—”
“Don’t call me that. And stop with the texts. It’s creepy, and if Ace finds out...”
“What are you—”
“Mr. Danforth, Miss Tanner, I know I must be seeing things and you’re not both standing in the hall instead of sitting in your classes.”
“Sorry, Principal Vager,” I mumble, moving around Bexley. “I’m heading there right now.”
“Good.” He gives me a curt nod. “And Bexley, don’t you have somewhere to be?”
“Yes, Sir. Me and Remi were just discussing some things.”
“Discuss them on your own time. You might be the star quarterback, but football won’t get you in to Stanford, son.”
I almost snort at that. Football might not, but his daddy’s trust fund sure will.
Vager disappears down the hall and I follow, but not before glancing back at the boy tracking my every move.
