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Down the hall, a handle latched downward.
Now’s my chance.
I pushed Clave’s door and slipped inside. The door eased shut without even the slightest click.
My intuition soared like the happy little bitch she was. Always wanting to get her way and not caring about my safety. See? This was why I didn’t like using her as much. She was the actual embodiment of my bratty, impulsive side, and I couldn’t take her anywhere without causing a scene.
Panting, I waited in silence, in darkness, until the voices faded. Maybe I could just search now. I was here. All I needed was—
“Hey, Gavin, wait here. I gotta leave my essay on Clave’s desk.”
Fuck.
I examined the dark room with new panic. Fuck me, this was exactly the kind of shit I had to avoid. The window would take too long to unlatch and climb through. The desk could work if I crouched small enough. The closet. The closet was perfect.
Just as I lurched forward, another voice piped up, “Bro, you have to be in class when Eisenburg is there. You know he’ll mark you absent again.”
I froze as a ripple of chuckling and chagrined groans followed. And then, “Alright, fine. Let me walk in real quick, and then I’ll just come back around. This is the third week I’m late on this essay…”
The voices faded.
I had to get out of here fast. This wasn’t safe. Coming back later was the best solution. Tonight, I’d conduct my investigation. But first…
In a flash of brilliance, I pulled the blinds aside and clicked the window latch open. Who said I never had a genius flash of foresight? A girl had to break and enter somehow, didn’t she?
Pressing my ear to the door told me the hallway was perfectly clear, but my stomach still flipped into my throat as I stepped out again. A brief fantasy of slipping out and knocking straight into Clave himself roared through me.
But it wasn’t real.
The hallway waited beneath fluorescent lights. Empty.
My legs carried me toward the exit as if on a wind. Just a few more steps past this corner and I’d be free—
A huge, male form turned the bend just in time to block my way. My knee knocked into his and threw me off balance.
“Hey, watch it,” he chided. Disgust curled his pretty upper lip. It was that student returning to Clave’s office. He held a flimsy-looking essay.
I steadied myself again and surveyed him in the split second I had. Brown hair. Handsome. Ethereal face. Huge muscles, yada, yada, yada, insert typical archangel prototype here. This pretty lump of creatine likely got into the school on the legacy and bench press alone.
He wasn’t anything special.
He was, however, Cole Highland’s friend. One of the henchmen who’d helped intimidate Ember, watching while Cole nearly burned her face.
Recognition flashed across his expression too. “Wait a minute. You’re that fucking bitch, aren’t you?” he accused.
I could have replied with a lot of things. Like, You’re that psychotic abuser who watched your friend bully and nearly brutalize a girl in broad daylight, aren’t you? Or even, Go eat a bag of dicks and go to therapy, you disgusting piece of trash. Maybe a touch of, I’m always that bitch. What are you going to do about it, you sick fuck?
But no.
The bait was too juicy.
Fucking delicious, actually.
And I was never one to deny myself a meal.
Hands held out in surrender, I took a deep breath. “Listen, you seem like the type of guy who says that to every woman who hasn’t faked an orgasm while you jackhammer around like a drunk bull expecting a prize. Trust me, I get it. In the beginning, you were probably spoiled into thinking half-assing was enough, and then bam.” The snap of my fingers cracked down the hall like a whip. “You learn you don’t have a magic dick after all. I know it’s hard not to take personally, but just consider it constructive feedback,” I advised, patting his thick shoulder. “And for the record? No, I’d never.”
The man blinked, his cheeks patching with red while my words sunk into his stone skull. His chest rose and fell faster and faster.
