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“Your day? I asked how it’s going.” Scarlett stared at me, worry creasing the space between her brows.
“Eh, it’s fine.”
“And what about ODR?”
I frowned.
“Operation Dirt Retrieval?” she said like I was slow.
“Oh, right.” The reminder gave me hope. “Nothing so far.”
“Darn. I was hoping for better news.”
“Pah! Be patient, grasshopper.” I grinned. “Do you really think Royals get their positions on the court by airing their dirty laundry so easily? They keep that stuff locked up tight. But don’t worry,” I said, slamming my locker shut. “I’ll get something, even if it takes all year.”
My pencil moved furiously over my paper as I worked on my literature assignment while Topher sat across from me, staring a hole through the side of my head.
“So . . .” He tapped his fingers on the table. “Aren’t we going to work on math or something?”
I said nothing.
“Physics?”
I pressed my mouth into an even tighter line.
“Literature?”
Finally, I glanced up at him with a gaze so cold it could turn a hot spring into an iceberg. “I’m going to work on literature.Youcan do whatever you want.”
“We had math homework.”
“Great. Do it, then. You have a 4.0, remember? You know what you’re doing, so figure it out.”
Still, he sat there, unmoving, and his forehead creased.
“Did I do something to make you angry?”
I huffed out a laugh, but kept my eyes trained on my paper and continued writing.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He drummed his fingers. “Is this about Saturday night?”
I pursed my lips, trying to keep my expression neutral. If he really didn’t know, I seriously questioned how he managed his grade point average. He must cheat.
“Because, for the record, I told JT I thought he was being a jerk and to leave you alone.”
“Was the skunk thing his idea of leaving me alone?” I snapped.
My eyes met his, hard as steel as he blinked like he had no clue what I was talking about. It had taken me all Saturday night and Sunday, scrubbing myself endlessly with peroxide and dish soap just to get the smell out of my skin.
“What skunk thing?”
I bit the inside of my cheek, impatient with the innocent act. “The skunk they put in my car,” I ground out.
“Wait,” he placed his palms on the tabletop and leaned closer, “they put an actual skunk in your car?”
When I nodded, he glanced away from me, his gaze fixed on something in the distance. Even I had to admit his innocent act was convincing.
“I heard them talking today, but I thought all the jokes were just more of the same old dumb thing about your name,” he said.
