Chapter Eleven
Landon
“Don’t go in there...” Jolene stood in front of the door to her studio, “...unless you want to see Angel in all his naked glory.”
A student, who was apparently running late for class, raced past us, then stopped in his tracks and stared at me for a moment. I’d been getting strange looks all day, and wondered if I smelled bad, or something. Finally, he pushed open the door to the studio, and went inside.
“If you need an excuse to go in there, just give me a second, and I can…” Jolene started, but I held my hand up for her to stop.
“Of course, I won’t do that.” I sighed, then glanced around the hallway to make sure nobody was around, then I lifted my arm and sniffed, praying I’d remembered to put deodorant on before coming to work.
“What are you doing?” Jolene’s n
