I feel sick to my stomach at the thought of their actual appearance.
“Are you okay, Miss Queens?” The teacher asks. “We can call the principal and —”
“I tripped and fell. I’m fine,” she says, shutting everyone out.
Kim nudges me with a huge grin. “You did that.”
I scold her with my eyes, chest squeezing.
I didn’t want to do that.
I only wanted her away from Aiden. That’s all.
And then I wanted to kill her.
Fuck me.
The teacher talks about returning our tests, pulling the class’s attention from Silver.
Adam is the only one who doesn’t glance away from her. Not even when the teacher starts handing out tests.
I reluctantly turn away, unable to look at her anymore.
It’s like she was attacked by a monster.
And I’m that monster.
On my test, I got a 97. Knox waves his test at me, he got a 98.
Shit. I lost.
I hate losing.
As soon as the class ends, he jumps in front of my desk. “You owe me.”
“She owes you fuck.” Aiden appears at my side in a beat.
I swallow at the steel look in his metal eyes.
“We had a bet.” Knox’s smile doesn’t falter. “Elsa promised to do something for me if I have a better grade and vice versa.”
“And I’m telling you she’ll do fuck for you. Now, piss off.”
“Aiden,” I hiss, standing up. “Knox is a friend, okay? Besides, a bet is a bet.”
Aiden pulls out his test and slams it on the table. He got a 100.
A fucking perfect score.
Of course.
I don’t know why it surprises me that he’s this smart at academics, too.
He’s aiming for Oxford after all.
“I had more than both of you,” Aiden deadpans. “So maybe you both owe me.”
“Sorry, mate.” Knox smiles. “You weren’t a part of the bet.”