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The kid rips his shirt over his head and hands it to Jace, taking the money and walking away. I cock a brow at him, and he shrugs, changing his shirt in the middle of the courtyard.
"What? I can't afford to be late to class." He shrugs it off like it's no big deal. "Okay, so let's say someone is fucking with you. Who do you think it is?"
"Mason?"
"You really think he has that much time on his hands?"
I glance around as I try to wrack my brain, and my gaze lands on a familiar face. Tye is leaning up against the wall of the arts building, biting her lip to conceal a laugh. My jaw drops as I realize.
"Tyeler."
Jace snickers. "I mean, that's definitely possible..."
I shake my head. "No, look."
As he turns toward where she's standing, a broad grin stretches across her face and she waves before flipping me off. Jace takes a deep breath and pats me on the shoulder.
"I'll say something nice at your funeral."
"Yeah, thanks."
THE NEXT WEEK PASSES,and she does not let up for a second. My hair has been temporarily dyed blue, my shirts have all been cut into crop-tops, and one day, I drove all the way across campus before finding out she taped several tampons soaked in fruit punch to the back of my Lamborghini. Let me tell you, there is nothing that kills a badass car's look more than tampons.
For the life of me, I still can't figure out how she keeps getting into our dorm. We even tried changing the locks, but the effort was futile. The girl is a damn magician, and a vengeful one at that.
What's surprising to me is that she was nowhere to be found at Zayn's party on Friday. I know Amelia isn't the most welcoming toward her, especially after finding out that Tye seems to be out to get me, but she is friends with Kennedy. I half expected for her to go just to rub another guy in my face again.
The worst part is, as I head into my business ethics class, I’m looking forward to seeing her. I shouldn't be this excited for school, but knowing I get to spend the next eighty minutes less than ten feet away from her makes this class my favorite.
I wish I could explain the hold Tye has over me. After all, she's the last person I'm allowed to want. There's no part of me that believes in a happy ending for the two of us. She hates me with a burning passion. And yet, I can't stop fucking thinking about her. My mind is constantly reeling.
What is she doing?
What is she thinking about?
What does she sound like when she comes?
If someone were to hear my thoughts, especially knowing everything she's been doing lately, I'd be on a one-way trip to the psychiatrist. Jace seems to think it's the challenge—that the thing pulling me toward her is the sole fact that she only wants to see me break. But I don't think that's the case. Not with her.
As I walk into the classroom, Tye and Kennedy are already in their seats. I nod a hello at Kennedy, who smiles back, but Tye's smirk is enough to keep me on high alert. I walk up a few steps and slide into the same desk I occupied last week. Maybe if I stop showing her any kind of reaction, the thrill of messing with me won't be as rewarding.
Yeah, not likely.
The professor comes in, and when his eyes land on me, he stops for a second and shakes his head with a weird look on his face. I watch as he places his briefcase on the desk before pulling something out of it. He turns around and leans back, crossing his legs at the ankles.
"Mr. Trayland," he calls.
"Yes?" I answer.
His gaze locks with mine. "Do you find this class to be funny?"
"I'm sorry?"
"Is your sole purpose of being here to mock me? Because if it is, please see yourself out."
"Sir, with all due respect, I have no idea what you're talking about."
Reaching behind him, he grabs a small stack of papers from his desk. Meanwhile, Tye glances back at me and winks.
