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Look at them, walking here like they suddenly own the place. They're nothing. No one.
Alex growls beside me as the gossip filters to us as we make our way down the hallway.
"Ignore them," I whisper.
He might still have been the same Alex over the past two days, but since talking to his mom yesterday morning, I've seen a darker side to him. He's suddenly harboring anger that I don't think he's ever experienced before, and he has no idea how to deal with it.
I should know, because I’ve been there. Hell, I’m still there.
My steps falter as Cade, Ashton, Brandon, Channing, and Tim appear at the other end of the hallway.
A ripple of anticipation flows through the students lining the walls.
My heart pounds in my chest as my eyes lock with Cade's. Fury bubbles up inside me, pulling my muscles tight, and it only becomes worse when he pulls Mia into his side and places his lips to the top of her head.
"Bex," Alex warns. "Play nice. We've got a plan, remember?"
Fuck our plan. I'm going to take his fucking head off.
14
Mia
The second I see Bexley enter the room, I try to catch his eye. My stomach flutters, waiting for the moment he spots me. But the hope in my chest withers and dies when I see the anger swirling in his eyes. The hatred.
He hates me.
And I don’t blame him.
But he doesn’t know everything.
Steeling my spine, I lower my eyes to the empty desk beside me, but he walks right past my row and drops down in a seat a couple of rows in front.
I let out a frustrated sigh. Students are still arriving, and the professor is nowhere to be seen yet, so without overthinking it, I grab my bag and hurry down the stairs. Bexley doesn’t even acknowledge me as I slide into the seat beside him. It’s a risky move. Anyone here could run back to Cade and tell him what I’ve been up to, but I have to do this.
I have to make sure he’s okay.
I tried earlier, sneaking into Bexley’s building. But he wasn’t there—that, or he ignored me.
My stomach sinks. Maybe this was a bad idea.
“Hi,” I whisper, keeping my eyes on the front of class.
“You need to leave,” he grits out, shifting away from me. It stings, his dismissiveness, but what did I really expect?
“I just wanted to make sure you were okay? I stopped by, but—"
His hand shoots out and grabs my wrist under the table, squeezing until it hurts. Bexley pulls me closer but doesn’t look at me. “I said, you need to leave.”
Tearing my hand away, I glower at him. “I’m not going anywhere. I came over here to ask you if you were okay. Is that such a crime?”
His eyes finally lower to mine. Blown with rage, a low growl rumbles in his chest. “I’m going to fucking destroy your boyfriend.”
“He’s not—" I press my lips together, swallowing my words.
The class settles down, hushed conversations growing quieter as the professor enters the room.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “I didn’t know he… he planned to do that.”
