“No thanks to you,” I bite out, wanting him to know I saw him with Natalie last night.
He’s not even paying attention to what I’m saying. “Go sit down and work on your essay. Or read. Whatever it is you need to do. And don’t talk to anyone. Understand me?”
“You’re not my boss,” I retort, annoyed. Hating how he’s making me feel like a little kid, when I know I could take this asshole.
If I ever get a chance, I’m going to kick the shit out of him. He would deserve it.
“I am your teacher, and you’ll listen to what I have to say. I’ve had enough of your backtalk these last few weeks. Sit down.” His gaze never strays from mine. “Now.”
I can feel Wren’s gaze on me and I glance in her direction, noting the pleading expression on her face. She looks sad. Of course she does. Shit’s gone sideways in a matter of hours.
I go sit down behind her, leaning over my desk, getting as close to her as I can. “I need to talk to you.”
She turns her head to the side and I stare at her profile, wishing I could kiss her. She nods but doesn’t say a word.
Fuck. This is a mess.
A complete mess.