Page 86 of The Blairville Legacies

Grace was about to say something, but then looked conspiratorially at Julie. Julie’s look, on the other hand, avoided her gaze.

Were they back to thedrug thingagain?

“Because he deals drugs?” Larissa laughed, and the group of students walking next to us gave us a dubious look.

“Guys, you should really stop with the prejudices,” I interjected, lowering my voice intentionally. “Just because you heard it somewhere doesn’t mean it’s true.”

“To be honest, I agree.” Larissa joined me, and we both looked at Grace and Julie, who were exchanging conspiratorial glances. I had a feeling there was something else they weren’t telling us.

“And besides, he’s pretty hot for a professor.”

“Larissa!”

I lightly boxed my grinning friend in the side.

Why did she always have thoughts like that?

“What? I’m sure you secretly agree with me!”

I said nothing in response.

“He’s way too old for you,” Julie said with indignation.

“And besides, he’s off-limits to you.”

Grace was right. There were rules at this university that strictly forbid romantic relationships between professors and their students. But I couldn’t take Larissa seriously right now anyway.

She just laughed and tossed her loose dark blonde hair back over her shoulder.

“You guys know I’m just kidding. There are much sexier guys running around here.”

Okay, I expected that reaction from her, too.

“Nash looks cute.”

“But he’s an asshole,” I said quickly, aware that wasn’t a stop sign for Larissa.

“Or that mysterious black-haired man who just walked into the room earlier...”

“You really should stay away from the DeLoughreys.” Now Grace sounded seriously concerned.

“Are they dealing drugs, too?”

Larissa just had something like her five minutes; only then everything felt funny, and every guy within a mile was hot.

I might have even joked along, but I remembered Mum’s words.

“DeLoughrey? Are they the ones who own the DLSC?”

I had wanted to ask earlier, but everyone had rushed to the room as quickly as if it were a matter of life and death.

“They are. How do you know about them?” Julie asked me with interest.

“My mum remembers them from her youth, no idea how exactly...”

We were just on our way out when Julian walked past us.

I had made up my mind during the seminar to talk to him again, as I regretted my prickly reactions toward him in retrospect, especially after he returned my necklace to me.

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