Page 13 of Havoc

School empties around us, and I don’t miss the number of girls who have their eyes on him as he watches me from where his bike sits in the school parking lot.

“You’re stalking me now?” I stop in front of him, tightening my grip on my textbooks.

“I thought I’d see how the other side lives.” He glances at the campus behind me. “Fancy school.”

“As opposed to?”

“Mine.” His gaze lands on me again, and my stomach does a pathetic little somersault.

“You expect me to believe you’re actually here to check out my school.”

Levi rakes his teeth over his lower lip and looks me up and down. “Among other things.”

“Oh my god.” I roll my eyes, walking away.

But Levi just follows. “I’m joking.”

“You’re not.”

“Fine.” He locks gazes with me, but I don’t slow my pace. “I’m not. But how else was I supposed to see you again?”

“How did you find me, anyway?”

“My friend’s good at gathering information.”

I narrow my eyes. “Do I want to know how many laws he broke doing that?”

He shrugs, not answering. “Get some food with me.”

“I’m busy.”

“You were busy last time I saw you.”

“And I’m busy now.” I stop at my car, but when I try to open my door, Levi plants his hand on it, holding it closed.

He’s so close that my neck hurts from looking up at him. My body vibrates with his nearness.

“Fine, if you’re busy, then we can get coffee. You can’t tell me you never take a break to feed yourself or get a drink.”

“Not with bikers.” I force my chin up.

Levi leans in closer. “I’m more than just a biker.”

“Is that so?” I glance at his bike, which is still drawing attention across the parking lot. “Then tell me, what else are you, Levi Colson?”

His smile knocks me in the chest. “Let me take you on a date, and you’ll find out.”

“I’m not looking for a boyfriend.”

Between midterms and college prep, I barely have time to eat and sleep. The last thing I need is a boyfriend demanding my time.

“Then I won’t be your boyfriend.”

“I’m not going to have sex with you.” I huff.

“Then don’t have sex with me.”

My glare turns into confusion. “What then? You want to be my friend?”