Page 22 of I Knew You Were Trouble

When he’s gone, Aidan won’t look at me. He glances over my shoulder, perhaps trying to see how fast he can get away, before working his fingers through his still damp hair.

‘I feel like you and I got off on the wrong foot,’ I say in a raised voice, stepping a fraction closer.

He gives a shrug. ‘I just don’t trust you all that much,’ he replies in a steady tone.

I gape at him. ‘Wow. What exactly have I ever done to you? I’m sorry I wasn’t as honest with you as I might have been. I’ve apologised for that.’

I stare up at him. Okay, so the fangirls have got a point. Up close he’s even more striking. ‘I came to try and make peace with you,’ I add stiffly. ‘Maybe not here, but tomorrow.’

‘Take a walk with me,’ he says, close to my ear.

‘Tomorrow?’ I ask.

‘No, now. I wanna see the Shibuya Crossing.’

I look around me, wondering if I’ve misheard. ‘Are you allowed?’

He gives a smirk. ‘I’m not in school.’

‘But Ziggy—’

‘Nah, he’ll be fine with it. I don’t need permission.’

‘I don’t know—’

‘You ever stood on the Shibuya Crossing?’

‘No.’

‘Then now’s your chance.’

I look around, remembering I’m wearing a concealed camera. ‘But how?’

‘I noticed a hotel downstairs, right next door to this place. I’ll meet you there in the lobby in ten minutes. Come on. You wanna make peace with me, then come on a walk with me.’

He looks down at me with a jaunty smile. My stomach flips over. I glance over at Ziggy.Grease the wheels, I think, and sweat breaks out on my upper lip.

‘Alright,’ I say. ‘Downstairs. Ten minutes.’

Chapter Seven

Fifteen minutes later, I’m yawning again, the jet lag in my veins. I struggle to keep my eyes open. The hotel lobby is miniscule, with lime-green walls, a cheap-looking velvet sofa and a neon fish tank in one corner.

When he enters, Aidan is wearing a black cap worn low. He keeps his head down. ‘We need to move now before anyone clocks me,’ he says.

I’m surprised when he holds the door open for me and I slink outside, purposefully paying him no attention. The entrance to the club is on a narrow road, so as I walk next to him, we’re quickly able to disappear into shadow.

‘Bodhi’s gonna have my balls for this,’ he breathes. He takes out his phone, thumb swiping the screen. ‘I’m gonna message him. So he knows I haven’t been kidnapped.’

‘This isn’t going to help my case with Ziggy, you know.’

‘I can handle Zig. He’ll be fine with it.’

‘Do you know which way to go?’ I ask.

‘I checked the map, it’s not far from here,’ he says.

I swallow. I’m not sure I’ve done the right thing by keeping my hidden camera on. Maybe I should have removed it from my lapel.

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