“Wait. What?” I gawk at him. “Did you see his face?”
It couldn’t have been a gangster. It was Aiden, right?
“I gave the description to the police.”
“I’m sure they’ll catch him,” Aiden says.
“I’m sure they will,” Xander adds with mock sarcasm.
Mrs Stone comes into class and stops at the scene.
“Is everything all right, Mr Van Doren?”
“I was assaulted and reported it to the police.” He shows his non-injured knuckles. “It was one way, I promise.”
“Please let the principal know. Now, Mr King, Mr Knight, and Ms Quinn. Please take a seat so we can start.”
We all do.
I inch closer to Knox. “I’m so sorry.”
“Why should you be? I’m glad it happened after you left.” He smiles then winces.
I wince, too.
No way in hell will anyone convince me that Aiden isn’t behind this.
But Knox saw his attacker.
Also, if it wasn’t from assaulting Knox, where did Aiden get those bloodied knuckles?
I spend the entire day with Kim whether in class or in hiding at her old secret spots in the back garden. I tell her it’s because I’m tired, but the truth of the matter is; I don’t want to see Aiden.
Every time I look at Knox’s brutalised state, I can’t help thinking that Aiden is the reason behind it.
It brings a taste of nausea to my mouth.
I’m happy when the whole day is over so I can finally go home and recuperate.
“Let’s go watch the football team’s practice,” Kim begs.
“Pass.”
“Come on, Ellie. You’ll get to see Aiden being a football sex God.”
That’s the last thing I need right now.
“Let’s just go home, Kim. I’ll watch any soap opera you like.”
“Fine.” She puckers her lips jokingly. “Mood killer.”
Kim and I are walking to the car park when a large presence cuts in front of us.
Aiden.
Shit.
“King,” Kim sounds as astounded as I feel. “I thought there was practice today?”