Chapter 70

• “Dude, what gives?” Miles had a frown on his face as he assessed me for being late again for the umptenth time this week, plus last week.
• I heaved a sigh, flopping myself down on my chair. I rubbed my face with my hand as I already knew he noticed my-- as always, disheveled look.
• “Hudson will so take advantage of this. He’s probably grinning right now, planning of ways to torture you.” Though he was joking, I still heard the concern in his voice for me. His face morphed into that of worry and amusement.