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“I’m okay.” I inhaled and rolled back my shoulders, meeting my weary eyes in the mirror that hung over the row of sinks. “Let’s go.”
Scarlett pushed open the door, sticking her head out to make sure the coast was clear, and we slipped back into the hallway.
* * *
I was late to math.The whole room fell silent as I entered and stalked to the back of the room to my desk. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I had to sit through an hour of Evan. He didn’t look up as I dropped into my seat. I shouldn’t have cared—shouldn’t have even been thinking about him—but I couldn’t help it.
He was under my skin. But he’d made it pretty clear that I wasn’t under his.
The notes came thick and fast.
Do you take bookings?
I heard you do three-ways?
How did you feel about girl-on-girl?
In the end, I stopped reading them and added them to the growing pile in the bottom of my bag, my frustrations multiplying with each one. Evan had to have noticed. But if he did, he didn’t say anything.
By the time the bell rang, I had at least eight notes stuffed in my bag. One guy obviously thought the personal touch would be more effective and approached me just as I was slinging my bag over my shoulder. “You’re Becca, right?” He brazenly checked me out.
“Yeah, so?” I didn’t know why I even responded, but part of me wanted these dipshits to realize I was a person with feelings, not just the butt of a cruel rumor.
He smirked, a glint in his eye that made my skin crawl. “I heard you liked to party. Me and some of the guys wondered if you wanted to hook up?”
“Take a walk, Calvin.” Evan stepped around me. I hadn’t even realized he was still in the room.
“Oh, come on, Porter. She’s good for it. Didn’t you hear what she did with Vin and Malachi at Bannam’s party?”
Evan inched closer to the guy, staring him down, fists clenched at his sides. The guy’s hand came up, and he laughed. “Chill, it was just a bit of fun. No harm done, yeah?”
“What’s going on back there?” Mr. Phillips called from his desk. “Move it along, people.”
The guy called back, “Just leaving, Mr. P.”
Evan’s eyes tracked him until he was out of the room. He opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it.
“I don’t need you to fight my battles, Evan.”
Adrenaline pumping through my veins, I stormed out of the room. I needed to be away from him. He skewed everything. The way he constantly came to my rescue but then pushed me away, keeping me at arm’s length. I couldn’t play this game. Not with him.
I walked as fast as I could without breaking into a jog to stay ahead of Evan. I knew he was following; I felt him. His heated stare burned holes in the back of my head. My next class came into view, but as I reached the door, a hand caught my wrist and pulled me into a storage closet.
“What the hell, Evan?”
He threw me into the small space and pulled the door closed behind him. “Is it true?” His voice was icy cold.
“Is what true?”
Hurt flashed in his eyes and mine widened with realization. “You think I…” I couldn’t even say the words. He thought it was true? I felt sick. “Let me out, right now, Evan.” Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, but I wouldn’t cry. He didn’t deserve my tears. None of these assholes did.
“Becca, wait, fuck.” He dragged a hand over his jaw. “I’m sorry.”
“You thought it was true? How could you think that I’d—”Do something like that when I have all of these confusing feelings for you?
“I didn’t believe it, but shit, some of the things I’ve heard this morning.” His eyes drifted from me, staring out into oblivion, and the corded muscles in his neck tensed.
“You could have asked me.”
