Spoilsport: A Dark High School Romance by Layla Simon

Spoilsport: A Dark High School Romance by Layla Simon

Author:Layla Simon [Simon, Layla]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-04-29T16:00:00+00:00


CHAPTER FIFTEEN

SEB

As we walk back to our rooms after breakfast, Esme might as well wear a sign declaring her doubt, she has her hackles set so high. I can’t blame her but I’m also unsure what I can do.

To bring it up as a conversation seems like a non-starter. She’ll dance rings around me if she’s cornered, her mind working at ten times the speed of mine.

Showing her is better but I don’t know how long that will take. Especially since I understand the hesitancy. I feel it too. Only a surge of possessiveness and a leap of faith got me over the hurdle.

I hoped, falling asleep last night, that I’d brought her along with me, but two seconds after waking this morning I saw that was wishful thinking.

She’s zipping herself closed again and watching her do it is beyond frustrating. My affection for her is genuine, but it isn’t a battering ram. I can’t use it to break down her walls.

“You’ll be okay,” Rowena tells her while Esme pretends that of course she will be, it’s all water off a duck’s back.

“What are your classes?” I ask, leaning against my door while she fiddles with her keys.

“Statistics and Physics this morning,” she says, finally getting her key in the lock. “English after morning break.”

“Where we can form a protective wall around you if you’re still worried,” Rowena states firmly, eyes spoiling for a fight. “And give us the names of anyone causing you grief.”

The smile Esme gives her doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “I’m sure it’ll be fine. The video’s been available for so long; I think I’m the last person to see it.” She glances over to me, a frown appearing and disappearing in the blink of an eye.

I file it away for later, grabbing my textbooks from my room then scooting back into the hallway so I don’t miss her. Esme seems surprised when I fall into step beside her, and I get a hefty vibe of ‘don’t touch.’

A sense that grows progressively stronger the closer we get to the classroom. A metre shy of the door, she stops, frowning at me. “What’re you doing? You’re not in my class.”

I shrug. “Today, I am. Today, I’m in all your classes.” When I try to snake an arm around her waist, she dodges me. “For the rest of the month if you need me.”

“You can’t just change all your subjects,” she insists, and I can’t tell if she’s upset because I’m crowding her or if this is just her rigid adherence to rules.

“Sure, I can. I’m dropping back a year soon, remember? The work I put in now means absolutely nothing.” She still looks uneasy, stepping back to let other students go ahead. “If you’d prefer I didn’t, that’s okay, too.”

“I…” Her eyes dart from mine to the door to the oncoming students to her books then back to me.

The rejection is right there, written across her face and I can’t stand it. “You said you’d be my girl,” I say in the lowest possible volume she can still hear.



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