Arielle
I looked around and didn’t see his car anywhere. He didn’t look angry either. Just calm, wearing that familiar smile.
That smile.
It had always had a way of twisting my chest.
He followed my gaze. “Are you looking for my car?” He asked, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“No”. The lie slipped off effortlessly.
I tried to step past him, but he stopped me. “Do you think I’m stupid?” He grabbed my hand firmly. “I’m not letting you go that easily. We need to talk.”
“Unfortunately, we can’t. I have class.” I forced a smile, hoping he’d release me.
“Skipping one class won’t make you fail the course, will it?” He whispered near my ear.
“I don’t have time for th–“
“I do!” He cut in sharply, his voice loud enough to draw silence between us. Before I could react, he guided me to
