His words were cut off by the bell ringing. I cringed at the sound. With a sigh, I fell into step beside Simon. Part of me wished he'd take off ahead of me, but he was keeping pace.
My heart rate steadily increased, and the tips of my ears burned. We walked past Olivia, and she gave me a dirty look.
"Simon, love," she said sweetly. What a fraud. She approached, her designer handbag dangling from her wrist. "I thought I told you last night to get rid of the trash." She glanced at me, one perfectly trimmed eyebrow lifting with contempt.
"And I told you to bugger off." He scowled.
"Do you realize how your friendship with her is affecting me? People are talking, Simon, and I will not have my reputation destroyed because you want a quick romp with the charity case."