Page 182 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 11
“I’ll ditch.”
“You can’t avoid him forever.”
She took a deep breath. “You’re right. Might as well get it over with and see him tonight.”
“Tonight? What about class?”
“No. I’m not doing that. I’m going to the guidance counselor and switching classes.”
“Wait, can I come with you?” Switching out of my dad’s class was a brilliant idea.
“Miss Hunter,” someone said.
No, not just someone. I knew exactly who said my name in that disdainful way. I turned to see Mr. Hill staring at me.
“Cutting it close today, I see,” he said. “Better get to class. Both of you.”
“Yes, Mr. Hill.”
He gave me a curt nod before walking into his classroom.
I breathed a sigh of relief. But it was short lived because the bell rang.Shit.
Sophie looped her arm through mine and we ran to first period.
***
I expected Axel to talk to me when I sat down across from him at lunch. But he was preoccupied with something on his phone.
Axel, you held my hand.
In front of everyone.
I’m wearing your varsity jacket.
Look at me.
But his eyes were glued to his screen.
“Bad news,” Sophie said as she sat down next to me. “Apparently I can’t get out of our coding class because I specifically requested it. And our guidance counselor didn’t seem to understand the fact that I 100% wouldn’t have requested it if I knew my uncle was teaching it. Isn’t there some kind of rule about that? It could totally lead to favoritism.”
“My dad wouldn’t do that,” I said. “And it’s going to be fine.” I’d had some time to calm down from this morning. Changing classes would have been a terrible idea. “I for one am happy you’re not switching out. It’s our only class with the four of us all together.”
Sophie sighed. “I know.” Her frown instantly turned into a smile. “By the way, I love that jacket on you.”
Not at all subtle.I glanced at Axel, but he still wasn’t paying us any attention.
“Really, you look smoking hot today even though your dad is a total control freak.”
I laughed. “Thanks.”
“Are you cold or something?” Jacob asked as he sat down next to me.
“Hm?”
“It’s hot out. It still feels like summer. Aren’t you overheated?”
“Oh.” I looked down at the jacket. “You know what? Yeah, I am a bit.” I shrugged out of Axel’s jacket and put it on my lap.
