Page 7 of Unmasking You

“Hey, Jamie.”

I turn toward Shane, trying to look natural and not like I’m having a meltdown because I’m hot and bothered by a guy on my first day of school. And the way he says my name, oh my, if my prick didn’t react a little.

“Yeah,” I whisper back, discreetly wiggling in my chair to make space while using my jacket to cover my arousal. I count numbers inside my head to push it away. I can’t get caught like this or I’ll be in trouble.

His happy smirk at my lack of manners makes me believe I could really fit in.

“You should listen, because Mrs Brown is going to ask questions.”

I go into panic mode because between drifting off into La-La Land, and then having my brain scattered by his touch, I haven’t listened to anything.

Shane’s snort has the class turning to us, and I freeze like a movie when someone presses pause. I bet I have one of those funny distorted faces that makes me look stupid.

“Is there a problem, Mr Campbell?”

“Apologies, madam. I was explaining to Mr Wilson where to find the restrooms.” His smile is apologetic, but with the undertone of command that comes from money.

“Thank you, Mr Campbell. If it’s that urgent, could you please show him where to go?”

Shane’s up before I can say anything. What a start to the day.

He looks at me, and I’m up and following him outside the room.

“What are we doing?” I ask as soon as we’re out of Mrs Brown’s view.

“We’re getting acquainted.”

“Couldn’t we have done this during the break?”

“Nope. People don’t leave me alone during break, and I wanted to get to know the new boy in school.”

I’m sure Shane Campbell is going to give me a lot of trouble. He’s wild and clearly does what he wants, but in a way that makes people feel like they’re the ones deciding.

“Do you always get things your way?” A shadow passes over his face, but it’s gone as quickly as it appeared.

“Most of the time.”

It sounds like a lie, but I don’t really know him so I keep my mouth shut.

“So, who are you, Mr Wilson?”

“Jamie. Don’t make me feel like my dad, at least when it’s just us.”

Shane snorts and makes me giggle. I’d never been funny before, and I’m proud of it. I love seeing the prince smile. I wonder how he would react if I called him that.

Shane keeps walking, and I follow, not really paying attention to where we’re going. In the meantime, he keeps asking questions. He really wants to get to know me, and that makes me happy. Maybe I’ll have made a friend before the day is gone.

He opens a door, and I follow without really paying attention until the stalls and the sinks finally give me a sign of where we are. He really showed me where the toilets were. Shame I wasn’t looking where I was going.

“Why are you here?”

“I won a scholarship.”

“Oh, you’re that guy.”

“What does that mean?” And why does his thinking I’m some kind of lowlife hurt so much?

“We were expecting some kind of genius, but you seem normal to me.”

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