She gulps until I swear I almost hear her. That’s weird. Nicole hates Daniel as much as she loathes me — if not more. Actually, she’s marked him as an enemy before I came along, so it’s weird to see her not spit her venom as usual.
“Bastard,” she mutters under her breath.
“You might want to wipe that.” Dan rubs the side of his mouth with his thumb.
“What?” Nicole asks.
“Your bullshit.” He turns me around in the direction of his car.
“Do as you’re told, Viking!” she shouts at my back.
The best way to have me do something is to tell me not to do it.
I’m tempted to stay close to Levi just to see Nicole’s face reddening with exertion, but even that priceless look isn’t worth it.
I hate Levi King and everything he represents.
Besides, after the little gift I left on his car yesterday, I’m sure he won’t bother me anymore.
I’m proved wrong when I arrive at the school and part ways with Dan.
As soon as I open the door to the art studio, I halt at the threshold and scream.
8
Astrid
I didn’t start the war, but I’m fighting to the death.
* * *
All the canvases are painted in pitch black.
Every single one of them.
My muscles stiffen as I search around for any possible intruder. But there can’t be one, now can it?
RES isn’t the type of school where anyone can come in and pull a stunt like this. Not to mention that I’m the only soul who’s around in the early mornings.
“Just like a funeral, huh?”
My spine snaps upright at the sinister tone right at my back.
The click of the art studio’s door closing fills the space and sticks to the back of my throat.
I whirl around and come face to face with those hypnotic eyes.
Levi King.
Just what I needed on this epic morning.
“You did this?” I throw my arms in the direction of the canvases.
“Who knows?” A smirk lifts his lips the slightest bit.
There’s this air of nonchalance about him. A fuck you to the entire world surrounding him. In full rebel mood, his tousled hair is all over the place, but still has that supermodel look written all over it. There’s no tie in his uniform and he has the cuffs of his shirt rolled over the sleeves of his jacket.
How can someone so gorgeous be the embodiment of the devil?