Page 87 of Brimstone Academy: Semester One

“I’ll go,” I say.

“That’s best,” he says.

I turn and walk toward the door.

“Wait,” he says.

I look over my shoulder.

“I’ll do it. But after you leave, I never want to see you again,” he says.

My throat tightens and I feel like part of me was just ripped away. I can’t explain it. We’re classmates. We’re working on a project together. That’s it. I shouldn’t care this much.

He’s an asshole and he probably deserves to be the one getting played from time to time.

But I can’t bring myself to feel anything other than pain at the thought of how badly I’ve hurt him.

The thought of leaving him and never seeing him again is even worse.

“Okay,” I say, as it breaks me. I walk toward the door. It shouldn’t matter. I shouldn’t care. I should be thrilled.

Liam will sink his finals and I’ll win my pass. I get to go home and see my friends and return to my old life.

Why does it feel like I just lost?

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