Chapter eight♤

Luka's POV

I walk away with a slight smile and wonder where she's going because we both have calculus next.

Then I look back. And I know I shouldn't. It's dangerous. Dangerous for me. She's already in danger of me. But this is different . This is dangerous for me. And probably worse for her.

But I do look back.

And of course...

Khalifa Washington is not looking back.

I turn my head back.

Get her out of your fucking head Luka. Concentrate. Focus.