LUCIUS’ POV:
I watched Cassia watch the history teacher as he informed us for the tenth time that we were to work with our partners for every given task.
I had told her not to stay close to me and she was doing a very good job being obedient.
I was not sure how to feel.
Usually, she was the persistent type and the fact that she was avoiding me now meant that she was okay being away from me. It was what I wanted, but I still felt irked.
I was painfully aware of every one of her little movements, the way she touched her fingers to her chin, the way her eyes glimmered with laughter when Hoover, a classmate of ours who had a talent for getting into trouble, whispered something to her.
Without intending to do so, I craned my neck to hear what they spoke about before catching myself an
