Chapter 64 A Suggestion Continues

• Just moments after evading George's arms like a tree trunk, I strolled into the classroom. For the last hour in French, the Neanderthal had been bugging me, even making a choice to lurk behind me when I went to check my locker after class.
• I glanced over my shoulder as I hurried to get to my desk, happy that the hefty brunette had decided to take an apron. I was relieved he had forgotten about me now that Victoria was flirting with him, running a fingernail down his chest as he smiled at something she said.
• I whirled around and screamed in shock as my eyes met sea-green eyes that were only a meter from my face. Tyrone's lips curled with enjoyment, and I leapt out of my skin, tugging down into a scornful sneer.