“Don’t you tell anyone about this,” he growls, jabbing one finger into the middle of my chest.
“Okay.”
“I’ll kill you if you do. If Jasper doesn’t kill you first,” he adds, gesturing to the phone number written on my palm.
“I won’t,” I assure him.
“Good.” He grits his teeth, turns, and flees out of the locker room.
I collapse against the wall. My knees turn to jelly.
Holy shit, Beck’s a good kisser.
What … what just happened? I should be freaking out right now, but all I can think about is the way he felt. The way we felt, together.
I’m shaking slightly when I reenter the school building.
My lips still tingle from being assaulted with Beck’s hungry kiss. The hallways are pretty sparse, anyone who’s interested in the game is still outside, and those who aren’t are either in the library or their own dorms. Only a couple students wander around to give me sideways glances.
They don’t know yet that I’m suddenly the lacrosse hero.
And they certainly don’t know about the clandestine kiss that just turned my life upside down.
I’m still floating, my mind both racing and empty of anything but the confusing memory of Beck’s kiss, so it’s no wonder that I don’t hear Dean Robin approaching until it’s too late.
Even then, it takes me a moment to fully understand what a mistake that is.
“Oh, Alex,” says the familiar, now irritating, voice. I grit my teeth and turn around to see her exiting a nearby classroom.
Nothing like the sight of her to suddenly drag me back down to earth. Was Dean Robin just sitting in there, waiting for me to pass by? I wouldn’t put it past her. Something about her, it seems to shrewd for her own good.
“Good work today,” she says, moving to stand between me and the hallway in front of me. “I didn’t know you were so skilled at lacrosse.”
“Yeah.” I shove my hands into my jacket pocket. Outside it was incredibly cold, but it’s warm in the hallway. I’m itching to get back to my dorm so I can peel off my sweaty clothing and take a shower.
Even if that means washing what remains of Beck’s kiss off of me?
I force that thought away. I have a very different problem here in front of me that I need to face. From the look on Dean Robin’s face, she doesn’t plan on letting me slip away until she’s said what she came here to say.
“Would you mind stepping in here for a moment?” She indicates the classroom behind her.
“I’ve got somewhere to be,” I tell her, thinking it’s at least worth a shot.
She looks at me a little doubtfully. “I just need to talk to you about your medical records.”
My stomach drops. Of course it’s this. So far, I’ve been able to give the front office enough of a run around that they eventually stopped asking for them.
I’d hoped that I’d been forgotten … but no such luck it seems.
“We still need them,” the dean continues. “It’s important.”
“Why? I can just get tested for mono. I’m not kissing anybody, so I’m not gonna spread it.” Actually, I just got back from kissing someone, didn’t I? Not that I’m about to tell her that.
“Oh, come now. A young … man … such as yourself?” She pauses too long on that word, man. It leaves me unsettled, as it’s meant to. “Surely there’s plenty of other—of girls you’d be kissing.”
My ears burn. She’s dropping too many hints for my liking. I frown slightly, shifting on my feet as I try to look for some escape from this.
“I’m sorry, I guess I’m just a little confused about why you’re asking about this,” I say.