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But maybe that’s okay. Fuck him. If he’s intent on living in chaos, he can live in it alone and leave us to our peace.
“Yes, she was in class.”
I sag with relief, a thousand pounds falling off my shoulders.
I was talking a big game and I meant every word, but I didnotwant to have to follow through.
Why can’t he just let me be nice to him?
“It is so like him to do this,” I say with much less defensiveness now that the worst of my fears has been dissolved. “I fell asleep with him in my arms, and I haven’t seen or heard from him since.”
Hannah grimaces. “That sucks. I’m sorry.”
“It sure does,” I mutter.
Chapter Thirty
Parker
At the end of a long, stressful school day, I have even more school.
Normally, I’d be eager to head off to the Uplift club meeting, but today, it’s the last thing I want to do. I’m exhausted physically and mentally, and I do not have the patience for Anae Richards.
Sighing heavily, I gather up my books. Everyone else files past me and makes their way out of the classroom. I’m the last to leave, so I make my way to the teacher’s desk before I go.
Mr. Clark looks up at me from behind his spectacles, cocking an eyebrow in question.
“Can I get an extra paper packet to take home for Landon Atwater? He was absent today and we live together. I can give them to him tonight so he can catch up over the weekend.”
“Oh. Yes, here you go,” he says, grabbing a stapled pack of papers off his desk and passing them to me.
“Thank you,” I murmur before turning to walk out.
When I step through the doorway and into the hall, I’m caught off guard by someone pushing off the wall and sauntering toward me. My eyes widen and my cheeks warm as my gaze rakes over him quickly. He’s wearing a black T-shirt that hugs his athletic frame and a pair of dark wash jeans.
“Landon,” I say, not bothering to hide the surprise in my voice.
I don’t miss the way his gaze briefly rakes over me, either. I’m wearing an emerald green button-down top and a black skirt that felt an appropriate length all day, but now that he’s looking at me, I feel like it provides minimal coverage.
Maybe it’s the memory of him in my bed last night that makes me feel so exposed.
The knowledge that, while I wasn’t awake to witness it, the depraved lunatic stripped off my clothes before helping himself to a snack between my thighs.
Thatmemory really makes my face hot.
Forcing myself back to the present, I glance back at the classroom I just walked out of. Instinctively, I move away from the door.
We should start walking before the teacher comes out and sees Landon loitering in the halls after skipping class.
“What are you doing here?” I ask uncertainly as I start down the hall.
In answer, he holds out a smoothie I hadn’t noticed him holding. “Thought I’d bring you a little pick me up before your meeting.”
My eyebrows rise in surprise. “You skipped school and then showed up at the end of the day to bring me a smoothie?”
“And they say I’m not a nice guy,” he retorts.
I crack a smile, hesitantly reaching for the icy beverage. “This isn’t spiked, is it?”
