Are you sure you can do this?”
“I’m sure.”
“Are you positive?”
“I’m positive.”
“Are you sure you—”
“I’m sure! ” Vincent growled, whipping his head around to glare at me. “Stop asking the same damn thing over and over again!”
I blinked at his sudden outburst. “I-I… Sorry.”
“It’s not your fault,” he muttered after a second, returning his attention to the outside world.
My eyes lingered on him for a moment longer, the corners of my lips turning up into a small smile before joining his gaze. We were parked in front of my high school, waiting for Fiona and Joel to show up. Every now and then Vincent’s brows furrowed together as he stared up at the massive structure. He had to be nervous. Heck, even I was nervous— and I’d been going to that school for four years.
“It’s not as scary as i
