Page 11 of A Sinner's Saint

The guy literally moves to his own beat. Especially in bed. Boy, did he hit the right notes over and over again. And he never tried to tie me up, which makes me wonder if all the gossip about him is even real.

My stomach is filled with nerves. I don’t know what to expect or what I should do today. How do I act when I see him? Is he going to go back to just staring at me from a distance? Should I approach him or wait for him to come to me?

It’s not like I haven’t had a one-night stand before. I know the drill. Don’t get me wrong. It may have been onlyoneone-night-stand. But trust me, these questions never popped up in my head afterwards. I didn’t care if I saw the guy again.

Vin, though? I want to see him again. I want to talk to him. I want him to want to talk to me. Which is why I’m currentlyclenching my stomach as I walk through the corridor towards my locker. I feel sick with nerves. I hate it. The uncertainty of it.

I’ve never felt like this before. I mean, I’ve always been a little nervous when it comes to Vin. Those butterflies like to go wild in my stomach whenever I see him. But now, it’s like those butterflies flew straight off the shelf of a Costco store, in bulk and super-sized.

Stopping at my locker, I dump all the textbooks I took home—the ones that didn’t get opened once over the weekend—and pick up my English binder just as Devon and Elena come to a stop next to me.

“Explain,” Devon says.

“Ah, explain what exactly?” I ask, looking from her to Elena.

“You were silent all day yesterday, and you followed Vin De Bellis out of the party without a word to us,” Elena says.

“So?”

“So?” Devon gasps. “What happened? Did you…?”

I can feel my cheeks heat up. What do I tell them? Usually, I would have already called and spilled every single detail. It’s different with Vin, though. I don’t think I want to share him. I don’t want everyone to know just how amazing he is. I also don’t want to deal with the embarrassment after he doesn’t acknowledge me today.

If I tell the girls I spent the night with him Saturday, and then he goes back to ignoring me…

Well, I just can’t.

“Vin dropped me home,” I tell a half-lie. I mean, he did drop me home. It just wasn’t Saturday night.

“Really?” Devon frowns.

“He just dropped you home? That’s it?” Elena asks with a confused look on her face.

Lauren pops up beside me, her arm snaking around my shoulder. “Don’t look now, but lover boy is coming your way,” she whispers.

My heart pounds in my chest.Vin is coming this way?

I turn and regret it as soon as my eyes land on Jye, who is very much not Vin and appears to be heading straight for me. “Argh, gross,” I hiss to Lauren, turning back around while doing my best to ignore the creep and the sound of his squeaky shoes making a beeline for my locker.

A hand taps my shoulder. “Cammi?”

Taking a deep breath, I turn around again. “Jye? Can I help you with something?” I keep my voice neutral. Polite. I don’t want to engage. I don’t know why he’s even talking to me.

“Yeah, you owe me a kiss,” he says.

I laugh, and then stop when I notice he’s not. “Oh my god! You’re serious?”

“As a heart attack. A game is a game, and rules are rules.” He grins.

“Yeah, well, I’m not kissing you. Now or ever.”

Jye takes a step closer, forcing me to take one in the opposite direction. My back hits the cold metal of my locker.

“Whoa, back the fuck up.”Thiscomes from Devon.

“Stay out of it. This is between me and Cammi,” Jye sneers at her.

Lauren looks past Jye and smiles. “Yeah, you might want to back away from her,” she tells him.

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