The rest of the school day is agonizing. I find myself checking the clock over and over again, growing more and more dismayed when I see how quickly the time is passing. Before I know it the final bell sounds.
I suppress a groan and peel myself out of my seat. I look at Vedant in the row above gathering his things and consider bolting. If he can’t find me, he can’t force me to take me to him to my house.
Before I have the opportunity to put that plan into action he turns to look at me and suddenly I’m fixed in place. His expression is serious like he knows what I’m thinking. I can tell that even if I try to hide, he will find me.
He turns his attention back to his things, taking his time as the other students begin to file out of the classroom. Of course, he’s stalling so that he’s not
