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I let my cheeks heat up, as if I would really blush about sleeping in Dan’s bed; I had to at least act embarrassed. But sleeping in Dan’s bed wouldn’t bring a blush to my face. So instead I thought of the first time Xavier and I met, which was in gym class, his gym class.

I had tripped over a skipping rope and landed face first into the mud on the oval. I had only tripped in the first place because I was too busy staring at him and all his handsomeness.

“YOU’RE BLUSHING!” Scott yelled, sending every pair of eyes at me. My cheeks turned a slighter darker red at the sudden attention. Well at least it looked like I was blushing because of Dan.

“CLASS, ENOUGH!” Xavier dropped a few large health books onto his desk; his stern face and aura of aggression sent the room in silence.

I turned back in my seat to face him. God, he was handsome. His strong jaw line framed his tanned face. His emerald eyes were narrowed and consumed with jealousy. Jealousy that I had inflamed, a small smirk twitched at my lips.

His blonde hair fell across his face. His body was muscular and fit; I could go on forever, drooling over his every feature. But to put it simply—he could fog a mirror, he was that hot.

And I didn’t just think this because he was my mate—no, I think every female with a pair of eyes felt the same way.

“I hate theory.” Scott grumbled behind me, and a small smile twitched at my lips. Because I really didn’t care whether we did theory or prac; gym was gym.

“Everyone turn to page 4. Copy the chart out and then label it.” Xavier shot over his shoulder, as he copied the directions onto the board.

Flipping my book open, I glanced at the page; the assignment was easy. But I didn’t want to do it. Not because I couldn’t, but because he had set it.

There was a soft knock on the door before it slid open. Glancing up through my loose black curls, I watched as the principal stood with authority at the front of the class.

“Sorry for the interruption, Mr. Clark. I just need to pass something along.” With that the principal walked directly to my desk and stood over me.

“Seeing as you didn’t come to the office and collect this yesterday, Chloe, as I asked, I am personally handing it to you.” The principal placed a sealed white envelope on my desk. “I am very disappointed in you, Chloe, and I think I speak for your parents too.”

He turned his back to me, nodding to Mr. Clark before leaving the room. Great! More attention. Shooting my headover my shoulder, I saw everyone staring at the envelope on my desk. I turned in my seat and faced Xavier. He too was frowning at the letter on my desk.

I pushed it to the side and turned my attention back to the textbook.

“Aren’t you going to open it?” Olivia hissed beside me.

I shrugged my shoulders. “Does it really matter?”

“Seriously, Chloe. Open it,” she hissed, her words clearly audible in the silent classroom. I think everyone wanted to know what it said. It’s not every day the principal walks in to the class, saying he was disappointed, and hands you your fate.

“We are meant to be doing the activity,” I shot back.

She narrowed her eyes at me.

“Fine. Here.” I tossed the letter to her desk. “Seeing you’re so interested.”

I glanced at Xavier; his eyes were narrow as he watched me. I raised an eyebrow, and felt like saying, stare at someone else, but I wasn’t in the mood.

Hearing the ripping of paper, I turned my head slightly to watch Olivia. Her eyes widened, as they darted across the letter she was reading. Then her mouth dropped and she looked between the letter and me.

“Oh my god, Chloe.”

Letting out a sigh, I leaned back in my seat.

“What does it say?” Scott asked, leaning over to look at the letter.

Olivia swallowed hard. “You’re being expelled.”

The room echoed with gasps and then whispers.

“As of when?” I asked.

“It reads that your lack of commitment and effort in class has reflected poorlyon your grades. And you are expelled as of Monday next week, unless you wish to try and pull your grades up by the end of the semester.”