Page 18 of Ruthless Rose

“Next time you should go home and change.” He shrugs. “So you’ll be more comfortable.” He taps the end of his pencil against his full lips, which only serves to draw my attention to them and makes me wonder what they’d feel like. On mine.

“I’m fine. I’m used to the uniform.”

“Maybe I’d like to see you in something else,” he murmurs, glancing back down at the last problem.

I prop my elbow on the table and twist sideways to peer into his face. Chewing the inside of my cheek, I rest my head on my hand. “You confuse me, Micah.”

He grunts. “How?”

“You’ve been … not so nice to me since the headmaster asked me to help get your grades up. You’ve been accusatory and rude, and I can tell you do certain things just to unnerve me, but I don’t know why. I don’t understand.”

“Maybe you’re not supposed to.” He shoves the paper over to me. “Done?”

I glance briefly at his work, and seeing nothing wrong with it, I nod. “Yep.”

He grabs his bag, swings it over his shoulder, and walks out without another word.

It doesn’t occur to me until he’s gone that I’ve forgotten that I still have to go home and make signs to put on his lockers and bake some cookies or something. He probably has no idea I’m his new spirit girl, and I toy with the idea of just not telling him. It’s probably for the best he doesn’t know. Let him figure it out on his own.

Formulating a plan of action, I pack up my book bag, then head home to implement it.

One thing Micah will soon learn is when given a project, I give it 110 percent every single time. I’m going to be the best damn spirit girl Rosehaven has ever seen.

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