Prue
"Yo, Silverstone boy!"
I shouted down the hallway, the sound ricocheting off the lockers and forcing a dozen heads to swivel – first toward me, then toward the Alpha boy. Anything to get a rise out of him; whatever truce we’d stumbled into yesterday meant absolutely nothing today. He didn't even flinch. He stopped walking, turning with the lazy, deliberate grace of a guy who had all the time in the world. He settled against the lockers, his expression smooth and infuriatingly amused.
Oh, look. Mr. Lousiness is having a moment. Does he ever get tired of being so smug? I mocked in my own head.He was utterly insufferable this morning, a walking, breathing provocation that seemed intent on dismantling my sanity one unwanted contact at a time. He’d touched me so many times that my brai
