Backfire

I tossed my brown hair and went to first class hugging my books.

Lord help us all.

He’s going to make me go through with this…

I could feel Eric’s eyes dragging over my back as I walked. Making my step stutter slightly with the intensity of his perusal.

Trying to decide what I’m up to.

Good luck, buck-o.

But despite all the bravado of my thoughts and how bold and awesome this plan had seemed last night, I spent first break hiding from him in the bathroom.

He’s going to know I’m hiding to.

I’d be stunned if he didn’t call me out on it. I’m going to have to put on one hell of a show to keep that from happening.

It was taking me a moment to gather the courage to do what I was about to do.

Emilia tossed open the door and stalked in. Her gaze skimming over my clothes before she shook her head. “Oh, no…No, you don’t. Whatever you thinking, it’s a bad plan and you’re going to regret it.”

“Eric thinks he can use this bet to mold me into one of his teaser girls…Fine.”