I plead with her using my eyes.
Come on, help me out, Kim.
“Uh, yeah, sure.” She fishes into her bag and hands me her notebook.
I open it in front of me and compare our notes from the last class. My hand is still tight around the pencil and my shoulders are crowding with tension, but I manage to keep my expression as cool as possible.
I’m not going to cry.
The bitch queen stops beside my desk. Since I don’t raise my head, my view is constricted to her hand clutching Aiden’s arm. Her nails are French-manicured and she smells of Chanel. She always smells and looks classy, and although I never felt an inferiority complex before, it hits me like a hurricane now.
My eyes drop to Aiden’s Nike shoes. The pressed trousers and a hint of his clean scent. It brings memories of how he held me against his chest.
It was all a game.
A stupid, little game.
“Aww, are you crying, Frozen?” Silver taunts.
Of course, she wouldn’t leave me in peace.
Although I know I shouldn’t stoop down to Silver’s level and indulge her, I won’t let her walk all over me.
I wipe under my eyes with my middle finger then flash it to her with a smile. “Oops, my tears froze.”
Ronan snorts and Cole’s lips curve into what resembles a smile.
Silver’s cheeks tint in red as she leans closer as if to intimidate me. “Remember what I told you the last time, peasant?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Your words aren’t important enough for me to remember.”
“Hashtag burn,” Ronan coughs.
Kim snorts.
“You little — ” Silver opens her mouth to say more, but Mrs Stone walks into class.
“You’re nothing,” she hisses at my ear. “Know your place.”
Aiden guides her away without a look in my direction.
Not a word.
Usually, he’d sit on my desk and try to charm me with his golden boy grins. He’d say, “Morning, sweetheart. Did you dream of me last night?”
He’d poke and probe me until the teacher comes into class. He’d talk dirty in my ear and watch me with amusement as I squirm and fight not to blush.
At first, it was an infuriating routine, but then I’ve gotten used to it. Hell, I might have looked forward to it, wondering what he’d say.
Why did he do all that if he planned to take it away? Is this some sort of punishment? Another one of his mindfucks?
I try to focus during class, especially since we have an upcoming test, but I can’t.
My attention keeps drifting back to Aiden and Silver. They’re sitting next to each other at the back, downright flirting. He flashes her his golden boy smiles and she slips him notes every now and then.
I wonder what she’s telling him.
Find me after school.