Knox's POV
We were crumbling and it wasn't even funny at all. Three months and a lot had gone down the drain in the academy, and it was all because of one fat f*****g tank.
I missed my friends like crazy, especially Axel, and I was willing to listen to whatever s**t he had to say before we went back to the club. No way around it—I missed him, and even though he was mad at me, I knew he missed me too.
I paced the cabin floor, my boots heavy on the wooden planks. I ran a hand through my blonde hair, messing it up even more than it already was. My leather jacket felt too tight suddenly, constricting around my chest.
I wanted to touch his hair badly, wanted to listen to him ramble all day long or watch him smile. He didn't know it, but I liked him a lot, and it was driving me crazy. We mi
