Page 26 of We're At It Again

“I don’t know.”

“Think about it, Snow.” He said. “What would annoy Chambers more than you dating the guy he hates most in this world?”

He made a valid point. I wanted revenge, and this was the perfect way to do it. After a moment of hesitation, I made my decision.

“Fine, we have a deal.”

A triumphant spread across his face.

“Should we hug it out?” He asked, with outstretched arms.

I scoffed and folded my arms across my chest.

“Don’t push it.”

He smirked, before nodding his head.

“Well, I guess I’ll see you later, girlfriend.”

As he turned to leave, I couldn’t help but feel that my life was about to take a drastic turn.

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16

LUNA

STROLLING THROUGH THE SCHOOL HALLWAYS, the atmosphere crackled with whispered words and darting glances. Hudson had his arm draped around my shoulders, igniting a firestorm of gossip.

I felt a rush of insecurity as we passed clusters of students, their eyes following us like hungry predators tracking prey. As if they were dissecting our every move. Hudson seemed unfazed, his stride confident and his expression unreadable.

“You’re tense.” He said, keeping his eyes trained in front of us.

“Do you blame me?” I asked. “Everyone is staring.”

“Did you expect any other reaction?”

“No,” I said with a sigh. “I was not expecting this.”

“They’ll have something new to gossip about by the end of the week.” He said, brushing off my concerns.

As we reached my locker, I felt the weight of a hundred eyes on us. I could hear the murmurs rippling through the crowd. As I fidgeted with my lock, I glanced at Hudson beside me. His cool demeanor was infuriatingly calm.

“What are you looking at?” I asked him once I got my combination.

“Just looking.”

I turned and followed his gaze to a group of freshman boys. He glared at them with a look that had me quivering, before they bolted with their tails tucked between their legs.

“Don’t be a jerk.” I said, nudging his side with my elbow.

“Isn’t that your type?”

Ignoring his comment, I reached for my books, but there was an unmistakable sensation of someone’s gaze burning into my back. Turning my head, dread pooled in the pit of my stomach, to find Austin watching us with a mixture of surprise and an expression I couldn’t quite place. Our eyes locked, and a myriad of emotions passed between us.

“Hold my hand.” I said, turning my attention to Hudson.

“Why?”

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