I could already tell this one wasn't letting me go easily and I wouldn't want her catching a cold. I didn’t even get a full second to respond before Zayne grabbed my wrist.
"What the hell!" I started, jerking back, but he was already dragging me down the hallway like I weighed nothing.
His grip was strong, not painful, but strong enough that no amount of twisting or pulling could break it.
“Let go of me!” I snapped, glaring at him as I dug my heels into the floor, but he didn’t even flinch, didn’t even slow down.
The hallway was now filled with murmurs and gasps, like we were the damn entertainment of the day. Some students were already recording, while others just stood there wide-eyed, whispering behind their palms and nudging each other like they couldn’t believe what they were see
