I snatch up the phone and spin it around.
“Why is the dean calling you?” Something tells me we are about to have a big f*****g problem.
Jemma goes sheet white before blooming into a glowing red. She grabs the phone and hits the end button.
“About that.” Our little green-eyed girl has some explaining to do.
“Jemma?”
JEMMA’s [POV]
Lousy timing is my curse. Fear had me mulling over telling them for too long and now my father’s face is blowing up my phone.
Damn it all to hell. I guess the secret is out. All three guys look at me like I’ve grown horns and a tail.
Some consider it bad manners to throw a phone on the floor and stomp the life out of it.
But this thing has brought me anxiety attacks twice now.
A girl can only take so much. I grip it tight and st
