Chapter 94

Ezra sneered in irritation as he walked toward his locker. The image of Cleo's hand tucked into James' made his blood boil in fury. The same girl who had screamed at him for ignoring her. 

Typical. First, she threw a tantrum like the spoilt brat she was, screaming and yelling like a damned banshee. Then she'd flunked the next class. He had to have spent the first fifteen minutes turning his head to find her. Even in her absence, she itched beneath his skin. 

Grimly, he pulled out his binder and closed the locker with a force he hadn't intended. Some of the students in the hallway jumped eyeing him warily. 

Oh, piss off, all of you. 

He had to figure out a way to avoid the blue-eyed witch for the rest of his life. The last thing he wanted was another episode with Pandora. Like the day before.