I'd say crossing Beck Asher was a war storm desperately waiting to be unfolded.
That's how I feel the moment he walked away from me at the hallway. How he managed to cloud my mind by wanting more of the taste he had given me at the janitor's closet was just the tip of the ice burg.
I needed to keep my head straight, focus on the sole fact that he was my enemy and not a friend.
Maybe that's why I'm glad Shay was sitting at the table on the farthest corner of the bakery studying as I continued my work shift. Somehow, she got ahold that I worked here on the afternoons and offered me a ride after school since she had assignments that needed to be done despite only being the third day of class.
Not that I minded. At least I didn't have to wait for the bus to be filled up before leaving the
