Chapter Fourteen
"For there to be betrayal, there would have to have been trust first."
– Suzanne Collins
Ciaran Hunt was a brave little bastard; I'll give him that. Given that it was first period math on a Monday morning coupled with last night's fiasco with the Invisible Hand, I was really not in the mood for Ciaran's games. Frankly he should have known better than to push my buttons as soon as he saw the permanent scowl on my face. Or maybe he did know better and he just didn't care.
"Gum?" Ciaran asked innocently, holding out a stick of peppermint gum as he stared up at me from my seat. My scowl deepened and I swatted it away.
"Get out of my seat, Ciaran."
"'Kay," he shrugged and scooted over into the seat next to mine: Lila's seat. I growled under my breath but didn't say anyth
