Page 137 of Twisted Play
Can’t. Gotta work.
Rory
Again???
Sage
Work or “work” with those hot boys who’re dicking you down?
Me
Actual work.
Rory
Suuuuuuuuure.
I switched off the screen, my cheeks burning. They had no idea what was really happening. How could they?
“You can tell us, you know,” Violetta murmured. “If something’s wrong.”
“Nothing’s wrong.” The lie tasted bitter. “I’m just busy.”
“Too busy for lunch?”
“Rain check?” I asked, already knowing I wouldn’t follow through.
Violetta’s lips pressed into a thin line. “Sure. Whatever.”
I practically ran to my next class, wolfing down a protein bar as I speed-walked across campus. My phone buzzed again.
Tristan
Brought you coffee and a muffin. Outside your lecture hall.
Me
Test in 10 minutes.
Tristan
I know. You need brain food. Let me take care of you for 5 minutes?
Me
You’re impossible.
Tristan
That’s not a no. Look up, kitten.
I glanced toward the door. There he was, holding breakfast and wearing that soft smile that made my chest ache. God, he made it so hard to remember this wasn’t real.
He brushed his lips across mine when I reached him then handed me my food. “You got this, kitten.”
My heart melted, and I made it into my seat just as the professor started handing out exams. My attention wobbled as I gripped my pencil and tried to focus on the test in front of me. The questions blurred together.
An hour later, I stumbled out of the classroom, sure I’d bombed it. My phone lit up immediately.
