Page 315 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol 4
“We agreed to do it together.”
“I never agreed to that.”
Matt placed his hand on my book, lowering it to my desk so I could no longer hide behind it. “Brooklyn, please.”
I finally looked at him. And he looked…not good. It was the first time I’d ever describe him that way. There were dark circles under his eyes. His hair was askew like he’d just woken up from a nap. Maybe he had. The Untouchables could pretty much do anything they wanted at this school and not get in trouble. I pulled my book away from his hand, but I didn’t hide behind it again. Instead I slammed it closed. “Why are you even talking to me right now? Class is about to start.” The last thing I wanted to do was get in trouble in Mr. Hill’s class again.
“But it hasn’t started yet.” Matt smiled in that annoying charming way of his.
And something in me snapped. “You’re both assholes,” I said, first glaring at Matt and then at Rob. “I think I have a right not to speak to either of you after what happened Saturday.”
Rob laughed. “Sorry, Sanders. It was just a classic Hunter-Sanders mess around. I didn’t mean any harm.”
So it was fun for Rob to torture me now too? “A what? You pushed me into a dark room and held the door closed. You made up lies about Kennedy. And you ruined my dress.”
“A shame. That dress looked great on you.”
I glared at him.
“And I didn’t lie about Kennedy.”
“Yes you did. Felix and her are just friends.” Like Felix was just friends with me? Because we weren’t technically dating. He’d said it himself. Was it possible that Kennedy was the other girl Felix was seeing? The thought swirled around in my head. No. Definitely not. That couldn’t be true. I swallowed down the lump in my throat.
“If you say so,” Rob said. “Better get to the bottom of that, though. It seemed like you were getting pretty close to Felix in the cafeteria. Wouldn’t want to see you get hurt.”
The lump was already back in my throat. “Like you care.”
“I care,” Matt said.
You’ve got to be kidding me.“Yeah, right. Like you cared about me on Saturday when you stuffed me into your closet like a dirty shirt?” Thinking about his shirt made me think about him removing his shirt. His abs. His strong arms.Stop.
Rob laughed. “Who puts dirty shirts in their closet? You’re a weird one, Sanders.”
“We’ll talk about this later,” Matt said when Mr. Hill walked into the room. “Just pick a day.”
“I literally can’t. I’m grounded. For the whole semester.”
“Why?”
I ignored him.
“Why?” Matt asked again.
“Miss Sanders are you planning on talking during my whole class?” Mr. Hill asked.
Are you kidding me?Matt was the one turned around talking to me. And words had left his mouth more recently than mine. Why wasn’t he in trouble?
“No, Mr. Hill,” I said. “I’m sorry,” I added, hoping he’d let me off the hook this time.
“Good. Since you’re in such a chatty mood, why don’t you start us off today by reading from the top of page 47?”
Not again.I started reading. And kept reading. And reading. My throat started to grow hoarse again and still Mr. Hill made me read. I hated this class. I hated this school. I cleared my throat for what felt like the hundredth time. And I hated Matthew Caldwell.
***
My uncle and I were sitting in silence eating dinner. The silence was killing me. He was probably waiting for me to apologize. But I wasn’t in the mood. I pushed around some of my rice with my fork.
He cleared his throat.
