Page 124 of Reckless Dare

Taking a deep breath, and knowing she couldn’t avoid looking at her tormentor anymore, she slowly turned.

The moment their eyes met, her heart twisted painfully. He looked like a mess, as though he hadn’t slept in days. There was a heavy stubble on his chin.

Is it because of what happened between us?

As soon as the thought passed her mind, she shut it out.

No. Stop. Don’t you dare trust him again.

“All right, guys. On the count of one, two and three. Go!”

Ava took the position in front of her tormentor.

“You broke my heart,” she said.

Her heart jerked, realizing how apt the dialogue was.

Her tormentor’s face looked unreadable. “I didn’t,” he said in a deep, rough tone. “If only you would listen, then I can explain.”

“Cut!” the director shouted. He frowned looking at his script. “Wait, this part isn’t until much later. How did this scene end up on top?”

Ava’s eyes flew to her tormentor. Even though he didn’t show anything on his face, she knew he was the one who must have once again switched the scripts.

While the director scrambled to find the right script for the next scene, Ava stepped away from her tormentor.

But he followed behind her. “Ava… we need to talk. You have to listen to what I say. I—”

“Stop.” She held her hand up. “Unless it is about the play or pharma class, I’m not interested in listening to you.”

His jaw clenched and he looked beyond frustrated. “Tell me how can I get you to forgive me? I’ll do anything you ask.”

Her eyes flared. “Anything?”

“Yes.”

“Then leave me alone!” she spat. “I asked you many times before to leave me alone. But you didn’t listen and tormented me even further. Now, I am asking you again. I hope you listen this time!”

There was silence.

“Well?” she demanded. “Are you going to leave me alone?”

He watched her face intensely. She thought he wouldn’t answer her, but he did. “Yes, I will leave you alone. You’ll never see me again.”

She looked into his eyes searching. “I hope this isn’t another game. Another one of your dares.”

“No,” he replied quietly. “It isn’t another dare. I promise you won’t see me again.”

She didn’t believe him. But at least she let him know what she wanted. For the rest of the drama class, she was aware of him. The director gave them the updated scripts.

It was hard to enact the scene, but she somehow forged through it. And when the class finally ended, she strangely didn’t feel relieved.

Walking away from her tormentor gave her a sick feeling inside her stomach.

I hate him. But I also love him.

She knew the next two years at Simha would be hell on earth.

CHAPTER 40

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