el

pid prank. Or maybe karma is finally c

e side of my head but I refuse to give h

igned as my tutor." I focus on Mr. noble my vo

e has zero care in the world because h

here in chemistry from today." He p

ld kill I'd be six feet under. His hands are stuffed in his

ah,

t like I want this either.

eat his arms crossed. "It's been decided. Raelynn, Grayson is the best

drops open. He..

rk tugs at

u don't really have much

at beggars can't be choosers you an

yson groans his voice curt. "I'm not tut

so I don't blurt back something stupid like. "Please I'd rather kiss a fro

rayson doesn't respond he just keeps

ke him come back? But it actually does. Before I even

he asks his

are you serio

of me speaking to him vexes hi

ke the best st

endly in it. "Yes sunshine, but

le interjects. "Depends on h

me like I'm not worth his time, "meet me in the det

t the l

s. "Considering your grades,

ble but he's already back to what he's doing.

*

s already glaring at me. he has his chair turned

ou long

ing the seat opposite him

He stretches his hand

mmand but hand it

ctually in pain. "Did you wri

ing's messy but the way he says it you'

sn't r

tebook from the desk causing the hand he was resting on it

o

h. This is so unfair; unlike me his handwritin

y arms. "Well at least I have a better.

es stop at my neck and disgust creeps into his expression. "Is whateve

ey on my neck. I square my shoulders refusing to give him the reacti

low, lethal. "Your mom spread her legs for an upgrad

boils and

ven though I didn't push him away, which I regret now, he's still th

u think your mom got where she i

have no idea what happened to Grayson's mum, all I know is she's not

stills i

its going to crack. A muscle in his cheek ticks, his fingers curli

slowly

kill me. he has every reas

ke he's seconds away from exploding. The only reason I stay

to him. His lips part, but the words don't come imm

st enough that I feel the heat radiating off him, just enough

ting my head up to look at him, in a quiet d

s, but words

ot hard enough to hurt me just har

ow when to stop. Or maybe I just hate th

slap

slightly, and for a second,

ng else. To insult me again.

hands into his pockets, shaking hi

d starts to

ale s

ter now, but he d

ays

eps w

of my chair.

slams b

idn't i? I run a hair, and

rp sound like someone's stepped on something, it shouldn't bug me, but

whole nerves are alert. I can hear the way the wind

aelynn. You're i

t start to gather

se to fall, causing pens and pencil

h*

hadow behind me causes me to fr

cre