~Ava
I froze, one leg slung over the windowsill, the cool air hitting my bare thighs.
The door handle jiggled again, harder, like whoever was on the other side was losing patience. Jason scrambled to his feet, zipping up fast, wiping at the stain on his hoodie with shaking hands.
“s**t, s**t,” he hissed, voice low. “That’s Miss Delgado.”
I swung my other leg out, perched on the ledge. The drop was only a few feet to the grass below. I could make it. “Then fix your face,” I said, smirking. “You look like you just got fucked.”
He shot me a look, half panic, half something else and ran a hand through his hair, trying to smooth it down. I didn’t wait to see if he pulled it off.
I dropped to the ground, landed soft in the grass, and straightened my skirt. The window snapped shut behind
