Then next morning, I trekked across campus with my hoodie over my head. I arrived at the gym a little past seven to see Valentin standing on the middle of a sparring mat. His arms were crossed over his chest and he looked anything but pleased.
“You’re late,” he bit out.
“Sorry,” I shrugged my hoodie off and threw it on the floor before starting into some stretches. I knew our schedule by now. “I didn’t expect to be here.”
Valentin blinked at me. “Why?”
“Dunno,” I shrugged. “I didn’t see you all last week. I thought you were done with me.”
“I’m not,” Valentin said sternly. I watched his jaw tick. “Especially after hearing about what happened yesterday.”
I groaned. “Is this about shifting class?”
“Professor Valencia told me about your outburst,” Valentin snapped. “How could you let yo
