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“Yeah, that really won’t work. How about the library?”
His brows went low over his eyes, and he looked down at the ground for a second.
“I’d say your place, but your brother—”
“Stepbrother,” she corrected him.
“Yeah, he’ll probably be there and knowing how our track record has been…”
“Yeah, you’re probably right,” she said and adjusted her bag. “So the library would probably be best.” Because she didn’t want more drama, especially when this was strictly about helping Charleston in school.
He was silent for a second, but then nodded. “Okay, cool. See you then.”
She nodded and watched him walk away. Maybe it was just all the shit Rebel was telling her about him being a bad boy, but Rosie had a weird feeling about Charleston.
But that wouldn’t stop her from helping a fellow student, and the weird feeling she got with him was the reason she’d said the public library.
I need to get my shit together, because I have other things to worry about, like how in the hell I’m going to tell Mom about me and Rebel.
* * *
Rebel bouncedhis leg under his desk as he stared at the back of Charleston’s head. He had one more class after this before lunch, and all he’d been thinking about was seeing Rosie.
Fuck, he wanted her like a fiend, and he knew that would never go away. But he’d also been thinking about the phone call Charleston had made to Rosie this morning, and the fact he’d searched her phone number out like some kind of stalker.
That pissed him off enough he felt like a beast was about to burst free from him.
He felt Rowley nudge his back, and Rebel leaned back in the chair and turned his head slightly to see what the other guy wanted. The teacher was rambling about something, but Rebel wasn’t paying much attention to it.
“I found out why that prick left his other school,” Rowley whispered.
Rebel glanced at Charleston again, the guy using his pen to carve something into the desk.
“Apparently he assaulted his girlfriend.”
Rebel turned and faced Rowley.
“He also has a bad track record with the school, like randomly picking fights. He beat the shit out of one guy and sent him to the hospital just because he bumped into him.”
“How the fuck do you know this?”
“Shh,” the teacher said and glared at them. When he turned back to the dry erase board and started the lecture again, Rowley finished talking.
“Marnie works in the office during study hall. She said she saw his record. The fucker has an anger issue that makes him a psycho.”
Marnie, Rowley’s on again, off again, fuck buddy.
Rebel looked at Charleston again, and saw the asshole was looking right at him. Rebel might be the school bad boy, but he certainly didn’t resort to random acts of violence, and he sure as fuck didn’t assault women.
Fucking Charleston was a menace, and Rebel’s instincts were right. Now he just had to make sure Rosie stayed away from the prick.
* * *
Rosie wasbusy grabbing something in her bag when she felt hands wrap around her waist and pull her against a hard body she was about to cry out in surprise when a hand went over her mouth and she was pulled into an empty classroom.
She was turned around, and she saw it was Rebel. Her heart started to slow its frantic beating, and she felt a smile spread over her mouth behind his hand.
“What are you doing?” she asked once he had his hand away from her mouth.
