“Same,” she murmurs with a tight smile, looking down at her feet. “Was Rivers going with him?”
“What do you think?” I grumble, knowing she hates it just as much as I do, though she doesn’t quite know the reasons behind why Noah does it and he wants it to stay like that despite the feeling I get that she knows more than he thinks. Rivers though, who knows what the hell his reasons are for working for a guy like Anton.
“Damn it,” Tully groans as fury shines bright through her green eyes. “Come on, let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Maybe we shouldn’t be together right now. I can just see it now; we’re going to end up in shit for doing something reckless and stupid to relieve our anger. Naturally, the dickhead boys will come in and try to rescue us from ourselves and then we’ll have no choice but to forgive them. Well, that shit ain’t going to happen. Not today.
The bell sounds and I shake my head. “No. Go to homeroom. We’ll curse out their asses at lunch, and besides, if I want even the slightest chance of getting this scholarship, I have to be here.”
Tully lets out a deep breath which comes out as more of an annoyed huff. “Fine,” she says. “But the cursing out is starting now. Keep your phone on you or I’ll be forced to come and bombard you in class.”
I resist laughing, realizing her threat is real. I wouldn’t put it past her to come and sit in my class just to bitch about Rivers, despite a teacher yelling at her the whole time, though, when she realizes that Alyssa is in most of my classes, she’ll probably change her mind.
By the time lunch has come around, the battery on my phone is just about gone. When Tully warned me that the cursing out was going to start during homeroom, she fucking meant it.
She blew up my phone like never before while I sat in class watching out the window, waiting to see that familiar white Camaro.
To be honest, I was surprised when it returned twenty minutes ago. I was sure as hell that the two of them would have avoided coming here like the plague. Surely, they must know that they have two very pissed off girls to face.
I walk down to the cafeteria and all I can think about is laying into him with everything I’ve got, but the second I walk through the big double doors and see those green eyes of his staring back at me, I suddenly don’t feel so brave.
He looks hurt. Not the physical kind, but the deep in his soul kind of hurt and I hate that I was the one who put it there. It pulls at my heart strings, but I still can’t get past the fact that he took me down the way he did, over fucking Anton Mathers of all people.
Tully is nowhere to be seen and Rivers, well, who the fuck knows? All that matters is that Noah is sitting across the room, staring at me with unease. I’d dare say he’s cooled down from this morning. Noah and Rivers probably didn’t talk about it, whereas Tully and I have hung on every last detail all day long, only fueling our anger.
I guess I was kind of hoping Noah would storm up to me in some kind of rage and give me a chance to get it all out, but now, I only feel deflated. Being mad at him is hard fucking work.
An arm loops though mine and draws my attention away from Noah. “What do you think you’re doing?” Tully demands. “You look like a lost puppy dog who just found her owner. You’re not going to cave that easily.”
“I wasn’t going to cave,” I defend, lying like the little bitch that I am.
“Yes, you were,” she tells me, pulling me towards the cafeteria line. “You were two seconds away from stripping off butt naked and offering yourself up to him like an all you can eat buffet. Trust me,” she continues, “that look in his eye is dangerous. He’s still more than ready to lay your ass out.”
I roll my eyes before looking back over my shoulder at him. His eyes are still on me but as I take a deeper look, she’s right. I was distracted by my overwhelming feelings for him and completely missed the heavy scowl that accompanies the fury behind his eyes.
Noah’s got his game face on. He hasn’t cooled down at all.
Shit.
What the fuck was I thinking? I was more than ready to waltz over there and start groveling at his feet, apologizing for being such a self-absorbed insensitive bitch, and it wouldn’t have gotten me anywhere except made me look weak.