Unless he got caught pulling that alarm or tripped and fell on his way here, but I seriously doubt either of those situations actually happened. First of all, Noah is too badass to get caught doing stupid shit, and even if he did, no one would have the balls to call him out on it, and second, Noah simply doesn’t trip and fall. It’s almost as though he’s superhuman. He’s too cool for that lame shit.
I pull my phone out and check if he sent me another message. Maybe he changed the meeting spot and he’s waiting for me, but one look at the screen tells me I’m reaching.
He isn’t coming.
By the time the firemen show up, I’ve had enough. Noah is out there somewhere and I’m not about being made a fool out of. I don’t wait around for boys. That’s not who I am. I’ve had my days of pining after some guy who wasn’t interested and I’m not doing it again. I can’t help but feel played. Was this past week some stupid joke or did something seriously happen for him not to be here right now?
Fuck. This is probably payback for the whole spaghetti thing.
I make my way back up to the main part of the school and cut through all the students, not bothering to check in with Mr. Garrison so he can mark my name off the role. With all the students hanging around, no one is paying attention to me as I slip back inside the deserted school.
I head for the lockers near the front entrance of the school to grab my shit and then I think I’ll bail.
I can’t say that I’ve ever walked through an empty school like this before and truth be told, it’s creepy as hell. I’d take having football players unknowingly shoulder charge me in the hallway than this creepy deserted shit any day.
I’m just about at my locker when I walk past a classroom that makes me stop in the doorway solely because out of the hundred classrooms in this building, this is the only one that actually has people inside of it, people who I never would have expected to see together.
I should have known.
Monica sits on top of a desk with tears streaming from her eyes and a very familiar tattooed guy standing before her, caging her in with his hands on either side of her thighs and his head dropped to her shoulder. “What are we going to do?” she whispers to him, reaching out and placing a hand on the chest that only yesterday, I’d placed my hand on.
Noah’s broken voice cuts right through me and has my heart clenching inside my chest. “It’ll be ok,” he murmurs back to her.
I suck in a breath.
How could I have been so stupid?
No matter what I do, there’s always someone lining up to play me. I can’t catch a fucking break.
I back away from the classroom while trying to get the image of them out of my head before it becomes ingrained there for me to think about over and over again while driving myself insane.
Who was I kidding to consider something with Noah Cage? He’s been with Monica on and off for ages. There’s too much history there. I should have known that when he said it was over between them, what he really meant was that it was over… for now.
Fuck, I’m an idiot.
I continue down the hallway, but I can’t manage to tear my eyes off them as I pass in front of the classroom.
Monica’s eyes lift to mine and I suck in another breath, especially as shock registers on her face. Her mouth pop’s open and that slight movement has Noah’s head whipping around with his green eyes instantly locking onto mine.
The regret passes over him and I find myself picking up my pace as he breaks away from Monica. “Fuck,” he grunts, making the word echo right down the empty hallway and ricochet deep within my soul.
I hurry away, not sure if I can handle being hurt in front of him.
All I want is to go home and forget this ever happened. Hell, forget the past week even happened.
Just yesterday I was more than ready to give myself up to him. Hell, I even agreed to go on a date with the guy. I don’t do shit like that, and there I was, ready to change my ways to see where this could have gone.
Like I said, I’m a fucking idiot.
I should have known better. A guy like Noah Cage doesn’t date girls like me. They play with us, they make us think there’s a chance, they make us think we’re different, we’re special, but when it comes down to it, they want the perfect cheerleader. The girl who has it all. The girl who’s going to drop to her knees and ask him how deep he likes it, not the girl who’s going to make him feel, not the one who could change it all.