Chapter 30

The girl yelped like a struck puppy and pulled her leg out of the aisle. Beneath her breath she muttered, “Asshole.”

Without turning around Stacy told her, “Lick it.” The disgusted sound she made behind his back made him smirk—he’d like to hear her come back from that

He followed the row back to the last chair and threw his books down. “Mr. Evans,” the teacher said, her no-nonsense tone enough to make him glance up. “Come a little closer, please? I want to fill up the front seats first.”

Stacy held her gaze as he dropped into the last seat. “Mr. Evans…” Then her lips twisted around whatever else she was about to say, cutting off her words. Her lips pulled tighter like the strings of a drawbag and she sighed, a slight, annoyed sound that carried perfectly to the back of the class. “Fine.” She bent over her grade book again, scribbling furiously, and didn’t look at him again.