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.”

too sharp. Like a slap. I

falls silent for a second.

I ask

it

He snarts. “Serious question.”

“Wow, rare.”

is Grayson walking in

1 stop

middle of the hall. One foot

“What?”

zoo exhibit. “Right there.

No.

No no no.

want

I really don’t.

But I do.

where

by the time my eyes lock forward, Grayson Westwood is

Towering. Massive. Quiet. Probably pissed as hell, too–since I kicked him square in

Mine.

skull like a

stupid body still remembers the heat of his chest, the pressure of his thigh, the sound of his voice–low,

jaw, but my breath betrays me.

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shifts beside me. “Uh…

I can barely

going

if I’m going to lunch. Shit. Shit. I need

him. ” Yes, Alpha!

Us.

I nearly choke.

me, smiling like he just did something helpful. I widen my eyes–warning him. Screaming at him silently to shut the fuck up. To not

can’t read a

Or mine.

the cafeteria–unless, you know,

Hell, I’d dig the grave myself if it meant getting out of this moment. I don’t look at Grayson, but I feel

air pressure around me changes, like a storm dropping in all at once. “No,” he says, finally. “I

awkwardly. “Cool, man. Come on,

Cool, man.

fucking moon goddess, I

a step

Just one.

it’s enough to make every nerve in my body snap tight like pulled wire. My lungs forget how to function. My legs forget whose

finally look

already looking

Me.

it okay with

I blink H–Huh?”

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