Bella
It was strange how quickly we fell into a kind of routine.
Each morning, it didn’t matter what time it was, I would find Rhyder waiting for me and each evening I would be walked back to the house or wherever else I wanted to go by a brooding Drake.
Today was different though, because it wasn’t Drake that was waiting for me. It was Rhyder. And he seemed nervous. Even from across the square I could see him scuffing the toe of his trainer back and forth in the grass.
Nervous energy rolled off of him.
He lifted his head before I had even reached him, his eyes searching the small crowd of students that was heading towards the exits.
“Hey.” I gave him a cheery wave, but I didn’t walk over to him. He might be here waiting for someone else for all I knew. I didn’t want to seem over
