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I guess he can’t be bothered to say anything when he’s so busy giving me a death glare. I know the last thing I need to do is antagonize him, but I’ve never exactly been good at ignoring this kind of thing. No matter how much I know I should. I don’t want to come off as being weak, either. Not in front of him. Not in front of any of these assholes.
“Anyway, we better get going.” Aspen offers a smile that I can’t believe she actually means.
And I match her smile, just as fake as she is. “Thanks again. That’s really generous of you, making sure I have what I need.” I make it a point to stare at Quinton for a beat.
When he blinks first, a surge of satisfaction makes my smile widen. It’s actually genuine now. “I better go. Don’t want to be late for class.”
I have to bite my tongue to keep from laughing as I hurry away. He didn’t expect me to put on a friendly act. That much is obvious.
Then again, what would he have preferred? The sight of me weeping and begging for forgiveness?Probably.He’s got a long time to wait if he wants that.
I realize this newfound confidence is all thanks to Marcel as I cut my way through the hall. There are still whispers, stares, and all that. But I feel less alone. Like there’s a shell around me now.
If Quinton Rossi thinks I’m going to break that easily, he didn’t learn anything about me while I was locked up. I will always find a way to get through, no matter what.
