By the time my afternoon class ended, I had almost convinced myself that the morning hadn't happened.
Almost.
Then I stepped into the hallway and saw Jace waiting for me. He was leaning against the lockers, arms crossed, his expression unreadable.
"You came."
I adjusted the strap of my bag. "You told me to."
"Good." He pushed himself away from the lockers. "Come with me."
"Where?"
"You'll see."
"That sounds suspicious."
He smiled. "You're still coming."
Unfortunately, he was right.
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I followed him across campus and into the nearly empty student lounge beside the athletic building. The room was quiet. Too quiet. Jace closed the door behind us.
I immediately turned around. "Why are we hiding in here?"
"We're not hiding."
"Then why are we alone?"
He looked at me. "Because I
