Alex pov
It wasn’t until 5 p.m. that the teacher in charge of our detention released us. I was already beyond frustrated. The day was slipping away, and I was stuck at school, staring into space, when I should have been at Amanda’s house cleaning. Today was payday, and missing it wasn’t an option, no matter how late it was.
Not even when an annoying, frustrating boy like Luke was breathing down my neck.
“What do you want, Luke?” I asked for what felt like the hundredth time since detention started. His response? The same infuriating smile.
“I just want to escort you home. Chillax, man, I don’t bite.”
“No! I can find my way home. I don’t need you for that,” I snapped, stepping back instinctively.
There was no way I was letting him see where I lived. My thoughts spiraled with all
