His Trouble Maker

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

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JESS

“AAAAAAH!” I scream at the top of my lungs, loud enough to rattle glass and probably kill birds mid–flight.

Logan nearly jumps out of his skin beside me. “Shit, Jess–what the hell?”

“It’s our fucking break,” I snap, dragging both hands down my face like it’ll peel the memory off. “Where the fuck is our teacher? I’m about to lose my mind.”

He raises a brow. “You mean more than usual?”

don’t answer. Because the truth is: I didn’t sleep. I couldn’t. Not with him in my head. In my blood. In every inch of my skin.

I clenched my thighs three times this morning in the shower and nearly cried from how wrong it felt.

“You good?” Logan asks again.

I blink at him. No. I’m not good. I’m not even close to good. But I can’t say that.

I can’t say that Grayson Westwood broke into my room last night and told me I was his.

“I’m fine,” I mutter. “Just tired.”

Logan studies me. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Worse.

I saw the monster in the woods and he saw me.

The bell rings. I shoot out of my seat so fast I nearly knock the chair over. Logan grabs his bag and follows, jogging to catch up as I storm into the hallway like movement might erase the last twelve hours.

The halls are crowded. Loud. Smelling like sweat, wet grass, and too much cheap cologne.

No Grayson.

Good.

I don’t want to see his face. I really, really don’t.

“Are we going to the caf?” Logan asks.

“No.”

He blinks. “Cool. Love that. Super specific.”

I don’t answer. I just keep walking–fast, aimless, heart pounding like I’m late for something I don’t even want to show up

to.

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“You wanna sit outside for a bit?” he tries again.

“I said no.”

sharp. Like a slap. I wince and

falls silent for

Can I

it come with

He snarts. “Serious question.”

“Wow, rare.”

walking in our

1 stop

the middle of the hall. One foot in the air.

“What?”

a goddamn zoo exhibit. “Right there. Past the chem lab. He’s–oh yeah, he’s

No.

No no no.

don’t want

I really don’t.

But I do.

he’s not where Logan

the time my eyes lock forward, Grayson Westwood is

Massive. Quiet. Probably pissed as hell, too–since I kicked him square in the balls last night right after

Mine.

skull like a bruise I

my stupid body still remembers the heat of his chest, the pressure of

my breath betrays me.

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beside me. “Uh…

can’t answer. I can

you going to

the only Grayson asking if I’m going to lunch.

Logan who answers him. ” Yes, Alpha! Do

Us.

I nearly choke.

to me, smiling like he just did something helpful. I widen my eyes–warning him. Screaming at him silently to shut the fuck

asshole can’t read a room to

Or mine.

gonna hit the cafeteria–unless, you know,

myself if it meant getting out

dropping in all at once. “No,” he says, finally. “I don’t have anything

“Cool, man.

Cool, man.

goddess, I will murder him

a step

Just one.

in my body snap tight like pulled wire. My lungs forget how to function. My legs

finally look

already

Me.

it okay with you,

I blink H–Huh?”

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