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“A few of us from the department are going out for dinner if you’d like to join,” she says softly to him.
I continue packing up my things, trying to pretend that I’m not here. But when I glance up, his eyes find me.
“Thanks,” he says politely. “That would be nice. Can I meet you there?”
“Of course,” she replies, touching his arm again. “I’ll text you the location.”
As I slam my laptop into my backpack, I toss it over my shoulder and mutter a quick goodbye. Then, I storm off toward the stairs that lead down to the exit. If he wants to stand around and let the hot teacher fawn all over him, he can. It means nothing to me.
Besides, it would look too suspicious if I stuck around and expected an invitation.
Maybe they’ve been screwing already, and that’s why he’s been in such a good mood lately. He’s not so tense anymore.
Lucky me. I should thank her.
I let out a huff as I hurl my backpack onto the seat of my car and slam the door closed.
I am the one who told him to hook up with her in the first place, so I don’t know why I’m so annoyed right now. Maybe I’m just hungry. He did say we’d get pizza and now he’s ditching me to hang out with his lame academic friends.
That’s fine. I don’t care. I’ll get pizza alone. I might as well get used to being alone anyway.
As I climb into the driver’s seat without any sign of him following me, I start the car and peel out of the parking lot. The entire drive back to the house, I’m on edge, and I don’t get why.
Because I feel betrayed? Or because I feel jealous? Maybe somewhere in the past two months, Luke and I have gotten closer than I expected. We fooled around with the whole spanking thing, and then that one night when he fingered me in the living room, but that was it. There are no feelings between us, so who cares if he screws some teacher?
Or maybe I’m more jealous of the fact that he so easily changed plans to hang out with someone else. I really need to make friends of my own. Sage is literally about to pop so she’s focused on that, and my brother is doing his thing at school with his own friends. No wonder I’ve resorted to befriending my English teacher. Who else am I going to hang out with?
When I get to the house, I go straight to my room because I don’t want to care whether or not Luke comes home anytime soon. Instead, I drop onto my bed and pull out my phone to order myself a pizza.
It doesn’t work to keep me from obsessing over whether or not he’s with her right now. Being alone only makes it worse.
When the front door opens, I glance up from my phone. No surprise, his footsteps lead directly to my room.
He doesn’t bother knocking as the door opens, and he glares at me with narrowed eyes. “What got into you?”
It takes everything in me to keep my cool. With a shrug, I reply, “Nothing.”
“You just stormed off. Are you mad about something?”
I look back down at my phone. “What would I be mad about?”
He breathes heavily out of his nostrils, and I recognize it as one of the signs that he’s angry with me. My heart picks up speed again.
“Miss Green, stop being a brat.”
Here we go.
“I’m not being a brat. I didn’t want to stick around and make that teacher suspect anything,” I argue.
He crosses his arms. “You were rude.”
I sit up straighter. “No, you were rude!”
“Who was I rude to?” he barks.
“Me!” I shout.
“How was I rude to you?”
