Page 52 of Brat Baby (Sugar Life #1, #3)

Emery

What. The. Fuck.

I glare down at Justin where he stands at the lectern. Just Justin. No Derek.

The jerk is avoiding me. Dipped out before I could talk to him on Monday and then failed to show up to our Wednesday class. Justin didn’t even provide the class with an explanation. Just stood in Derek’s spot, started the presentation, and started teaching.

Not that I need him to actually explain. I know exactly why.

I had a fucking plan for today. I’m even dressed in relatively demure clothing, no boobs on display. And no vibrator shoved up my pussy.

Heat flushes through my body, and not the good kind, so I pull my T-shirt over my head and sit with just my tank top and then reach for my brand-new insulated bottle filled with ice water—thank you, Hudson—and take a long drink. Anger burns a hot hole in my stomach.

I was going to be a perfect little student today, only speaking when called upon, and then I was going to line up with all the other students wanting one-on-one attention and be polite and ask for further explanation of the chapter five reading.

Even though I read that last week and understood it easily.

But no.

The asshole didn’t even have the decency to show up, fucking with my plans.

How the hell am I supposed to convince him that we can find a way to be together if he won’t even be in the same room as me?

I need to find another way to get some face time with him. And I need a new plan. Something foolproof. Something that will force him to interact with me.

I just need to figure out what that plan is.