Holster nudged Corrigan and nodded in my direction. Corrigan immediately left the group and fell in line beside me. He threw an arm around my shoulder and said, cockily, “So what do you think?”

“I generally try not to think.”

Corrigan laughed and tightened his hold around my shoulders.

“No, about Logan. What do you think about her?”

“Are you serious?” So that was her name.

“Yeah. Why?”

I kicked my locker open.

“Because,” I murmured as I reached inside, “you just ignored the girl.”

“Well, yeah, but…it’s the first morning. You know how it is.”

“The school hierarchy, you mean. If you’re all into her, everyone might think you have a girlfriend and they can’t think that.”

“Yeah.” He said like it made perfect sense.

“Sometimes,” I started and leaned against my locker, “being the arrogant womanizer that you are might bite you in the rear.”

“What do you mean?” He shifted on his feet, but listened intently.

I shrugged.

“Corrigan, someday you’re going to meet a girl that’s going to know her place with you and not be alright with that.”

“Huh?” he questioned.

“Look, you know me. I don’t care about these girls as long as you don’t ask me to be nice, but one day one girl that you’re going to actually want won’t be okay with your chain of command.”

“Not following.”

Bryce walked to us just then and punched Corrigan in the arm.

Corrigan ignored him and asked me, “Seriously. What do you mean?”

Bryce glanced between the two of us.

I saw Becky Lew pass behind us. She skimmed her eyes over all three of us and her mouth tightened.

“Do you really want a girl that’s okay with all the other girls you got going on?” I continued.

Bryce went still beside me.

I ignored him and waited for Corrigan’s answer.

He shrugged.

“Not really thinking about that right now, you know,” he responded thoughtfully.

The moment vanished when the first bell rang and self-assured Corrigan fell back into place.

He threw an arm around my shoulder and walked beside me.

Bryce disappeared in the opposite direction.

“Seriously,” Corrigan asked, “should I take Logan, Mena, or Becky to Harris’ party?”

“Since when do you take girls to the party? You usually just show up and pick.”

“That’s right.” He laughed. “That’s why we’re friends. Sure you don’t want a ride with me?”

“A ride?” I teased, my eyes darkened. “Or a ride?”

Amusement leapt to Corrigan’s eyes and he smiled slowly.

“You know which one.” He nudged me with his shoulder and patted my ass as he left for his own class.

I stayed in place and watched as he passed his first period classroom.

Corrigan didn’t go to classes. That was a universal law. And someday, sometime, that law would come back to bite him in the butt.

Leisha smiled warmly as she approached the classroom and asked, “No Corrigan this morning?”

“Nope,” I murmured and walked to our table.

We both sat down and I asked, “Why can’t we have coffee in our classes?”

“No doubt,” Leisha huffed and yawned dramatically.

Leisha was pretty cool. She wore the most outrageous outfits. She had on a taffeta shirt with ruffles on her neckline that spread past her shoulders.

Outrageous.

We had grown used to each other since we were assigned table-mates in the beginning of the year. I hadn’t known who Leisha was before our first day in Calculus, but she had informed me that she’d always known who I was. At first she’d been on guard around me, but when she figured out that I wasn’t going to screw with her, she started to relax. Now we almost seemed friendly to each other.

Just then Mr. Aldross entered the room and said, “Miss Jeneve, you are wanted in the counselor’s office.”

I stiffened and asked, tensely, “Why? What for?”

He started to write on the chalkboard and responded, “That is none of my business, Miss Jeneve. I would not know that information.”

I stayed in my seat.

Leisha watched me. So did the rest of the class.

Mr. Aldross wrote the daily set of questions from our assigned homework.

“Okay, class…” He turned back around and saw I had remained. His lips tightened as he stared at me. Clearing his throat, he asked, “What are you still doing here, Miss Jeneve? You are wanted in the counselor’s office.”

“And I told the counselor yesterday that she can expel me. I’m not going to talk to her and you can’t make me.”

He started to say something, but the words died in his throat.

Bryce walked in, late like normal.

Irritation flickered across Mr. Aldross’ features before he spoke, “Mr. Scout.”

Bryce dropped in his seat and leaned back in his chair. He didn’t respond.

“This is becoming a daily routine that grows tiresome.”

I met Bryce’s eyes and smiled haughtily.

Bryce looked amused, but he stayed quiet.

“Maybe you should sleep some more,” I suggested.

Our teacher snapped his attention back to me.

“Why do you say that?” he asked, but looked cautious.

“You just said that it’s getting tiresome. If we can’t get enough sleep at night, you should let us bring coffee. That’s what I think.”

“You shouldn’t even be sharing your opinions, Miss Jeneve. You are supposed to be in the counselor’s office.”

“Yeah, well,” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m not going.” I raised my chin up and stared back, steadily.

Mr. Aldross stared at me and I knew he was wondering what he would do with me.

“Then you may go to the principal’s office,” he quickly named his only other alternative.

I rolled my eyes and stood up. When I was at the door, Mr. Aldross commented, “Please wait, Miss Jeneve.”

“Changed your mind?”

“May I please see your homework?”

“I don’t have time for that, Mr. Aldross. The principal needs to see me,” I taunted him and dramatically threw open the door.