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Don’t wear panties to math.

I snort. Aloud.

“What’s up?” Krystal asks.

I shake my head and pocket my phone again. “Nothing. Just my brother being an idiot as usual. I gotta go. Catch you at lunch?”

“Sure,” she says. We don’t have any classes together this morning. I do, however, have a math class with Connor. And when I walk in late, he’s already seated in the back, right next to my empty chair.

“Sorry I’m late, sir,” I say as I pass Mr. Porter.

“Miss Valentino, get your textbook out, page one sixty-three,” he replies with a disapproving tone that makes me want to cut his damn tongue out of his mouth.

I drop into my seat and start digging through my bag.

“You okay?” Connor asks.

“Peachy,” I hiss under my breath.

“Did you get my message?”

“I did, and if you even think about touching me right now, I will cut your fingers off,” I tell him with a smile.

“You like what my fingers can do to you way too much to cut them off,” he says confidently.

“Wanna wager on that?”

“Nope.” He shakes his head and turns his attention back to the front of the class. After about five minutes, Connor looks across to me again. “Seriously, what’s wrong?”

“I want to cut out the teacher’s tongue and shove it up his ass,” I whisper.

“Want me to hold him down for you?” Connor lifts a brow.

I look at him, considering his offer.Is it genuine?I have no idea. “Do you actually mean that? Would you really do that?”

He lifts one shoulder up and down. “If it means you’re not maimingme, then sure. I’m still recovering from where you stabbed me yesterday.” He smirks.

I roll my eyes. “I kissed you better.”

“Maybe I need a little more to really recover?” he suggests.

“Or you just need to toughen up,” I counter.

Chapter Twelve

Aurora was in a mood this morning. I don’t know what pissed her off, but I’d be lying if I said her bitchiness didn’t turn me on. I haven’t seen her since first period, and I’m aching to fucking touch her. Which is why I’m currently waiting in the same study room of the top floor of the library we were in yesterday. I messaged her and she said she’d come by, but that was thirty minutes ago.

Is she standing me up? And why am I still sitting here waiting like a fucking loser?

Because it’s Aurora, and she’s worth waiting for. She’s gonna show.

The bell rings out, signaling lunch is over, and I stand and pick up my bag. Stopping in my steps when the door opens and Aurora walks in appearing flustered.

“Sorry. I came as soon as I could,” she says.

“What happened?” I ask her.

She shuts the door. “My cousin started here today. I couldn’t just leave her by herself.”