Page 8 of Wreck Me

I held out my hand. “See? Shaking? I’m just wearing it well.”

“That’s adrenaline.”

“I need to get to class.”

“History of Architecture.”

I stilled. How did he—

“It’s been canceled.”

“How do you—”

“I’m in the same class.”

“He missed some credits, my boy needs to catch up,” Caleb explained.

“Canceled? On the first day of a new semester, a new year, actually?”

He pulled out his phone from his form-fitting leather jacket, scrolled for a moment, then showed me a notice that had come in from the school.

Sure enough, the class had been abruptly canceled last-minute.

Still not trusting it, I pulled out my own phone to check.

And there was the same notification.

It had come in while I’d been dealing with Damien.

It was more than a little strange, though.

Something was off here.

Maybe it was just my paranoia raging out of control.

The thing with Damien had probably just triggered that side of me left over from my former life. All that Jett stuff… and other stuff I couldn’t be allowing myself to think about.

“Seems so,” Caleb said.

“Gives me time to prepare for the next one then.”

“It gives us time to show you around, help you get your bearings,” Sebastian spoke.

I frowned. “Why would you want to do that? I just got into an altercation with your brother and I’m the daughter of the woman causing your mom grief.”

“I don’t care about any of that.”

“Then what do you care about?”

“Take a walk with us.”

“And then I’ll find out, huh?”

“No.”

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t need a tour. I know where everything is.” I’d made sure of that when I’d come to visit the campus in the summer after I’d gotten accepted.

“I’d caution you to reconsider.”

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