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NATHAN
After all that shit with the Bones Brotherhood went down, I have so much of my studies to catch up on now, it’s ridiculous.
I sift through the book in front of me, trying to make sense of it, but economics is really getting the best of me. Maybe I shouldn’t have chosen this fucking course, but I wanted to make my parents proud.
I snort to myself. If only I’d known how things would play out. Maybe I would’ve made a different choice.
I glance to my right and spot a bunch of Lana’s friends near the window, chatting away. Irina and Brooke, I think. When they spot me, their eyes widen, and they look away, almost like they’re afraid I might come their way.
I smirk to myself.
“Hey, Nathan.”
I almost fall over in my chair when I hear that voice.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” Caleb says, gripping my shoulders as he looks down at me.
“What the—What are you doing here?” I hiss, staring right into his coal eyes.
He chucks his bag on the same table and scoots back a chair. “Studying. What else? It’s a fucking library.”
He casually throws himself down on the chair, and he rolls up his white shirt to reveal even more tattoos added since the last time I saw him.
“I thought you said you were done,” I say.
“I know; I just couldn’t resist,” he muses, slapping his books onto the table like he owns the place. “Guess that’s what you get when you go through heartbreak.”
Grinding my jaws, I look the other way and focus on my laptop.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
“Homework.”
“Okay … what course?”
“Economics.”
“You’re awfully direct today,” he says, eyeing me down.
I throw him a look. “Because I told Milo I wouldn’t talk to you anymore.”
The cheeky smirk that appears on his face, pulling his lips from pierced ear to pierced ear, makes me want to roll my eyes. “And I thought he wasn’t the jealous type.”
“He’s not. It was my choice,” I say.
He grabs his heart. “Ouch. Don’t stab me.”
“Why are you sitting here?” I ask. “You could choose any seat in the room, yet you choose to sit here next to me.”
“Can’t I just sit? I’m not doing anything,” he says.
“Yet,” I reply.
His eyes narrow. “You don’t trust me anymore?”
“Have I ever?”
He snorts and opens his book, shaking his head. “Wow. Becoming a Phantom really has changed you.”
