Page 229 of A University of Betrayal

Why wasn’t I allowed to punch her?

“Looks like two peoplereallylove each other,” Miles joked from diagonally behind me.

I was beginning to lose my patience.

“There’s no one I like better than you, Miles DeLoughrey,” I said sarcastically and immediately regretted it, because although it was ironic, Miles immediately jumped on it.

“Am I supposed to be flattered now, little wolf?”

I gave him my middle finger. “Dream on!”

“With pleasure.”

I could literally feel the grin he wore undeservedly on his face. It burned into my confidence.

“What do I have to do to get you to leave me alone?” I asked, turning to him as the professor called on more students.

The smile that curved his lips was devilish. “You’re making it hard for me to believe you reallywantthis.” His dark eyes fixed on me. “After all,youare the one stalkingme.”

I gasped in disbelief and watched as his gaze traveled down to my lips.

How could he be so shameless and turn the facts around? Just like that? What was his intention?

“Emely Copeland.”

I jerked my head around and looked at the woman with the white glasses and black business outfit. She looked at me encouragingly, and I rose to my feet. That nervousness ran through me again.

Please, let it be good, just let it be good.

When I got downstairs, I picked up my exam, and my heart leapt for joy when I saw the ninety-eight percent in the corner.

“You may be late, but you’re still one of my best students. Apparently, academic talent also runs in the family.”

I beamed at her, a little embarrassed, because I just couldn’t hide my joy.

As I turned around, I caught Vivienna’s condescending look before she whispered, “She’s favored everywhere” into her friend’s ear. I pushed all hatred aside and gave her my most triumphant smile.

Then I met Miles’ gaze.

Something inside me was longing to show him. I had worked hard, and my efforts had paid off. I was fighting for my goals. And he wasn’t going to get me down. There was frustration in his gaze, which peaked my smile.

“Milliam DeLoughrey,” Mrs. Hudgington said from beside me and I looked up at Miles in surprise, his jaw working, and I could have sworn he’d just snorted in annoyance.

WasMilliamhis full first name?

Amused, as I rarely was, I strode up the steps of the lecture hall where Miles was rising to collect his exam.

“Good luck,Milliam,” I quipped as he passed me.

He snorted again, and I was pleased with this small triumph. Not only was I academically superior, I also knew a detail about him that made him visibly uncomfortable.

Satisfied, I sat down and filed away the overview with the summary of my score. Could this day get any better?

“Congratulations to you, Mr. DeLoughrey. You are either a talented student or an extremely disciplined learner!”

My daycouldn’tget any better.

In shock, I stared at Mrs. Hudgington, who was handing Miles the exam with the smile of a Cheshire cat.

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