or his announcement that he was my boyfriend to three of—I was fast learning—the scariest motherfuckers in Shadow Grove.
Actually, I was just going to call it what it was. I didn't get a chance to talk to Scott about his suicide attempt in the halls of SGU this morning, but I made him promise not to do anything stupider before we could speak during my lunch break.
Of course, I should have known the guys wouldn't just leave it alone.
Five minutes into my third lecture of the day, the door slammed open, and I stifled a groan when I recognized the intruder. Clearly my professor did, too, because he made no attempt to kick him out again. Despite the fact that he most definitely wasn't a student in this class.
I scowled down at my laptop as he made his way across the room and stopped right beside the guy seated next to me.
"Move," Kody ordered the poor kid, who looked ready to faint as he scrambled to gather his shit up and flee to the back of the room. When the seat was vacant, Kody sat down and reclined like he owned the whole damn school.
Fuck. Maybe he did. I legitimately knew nothing about Kodiak Jones, and suddenly I was questioning every small scrap of information he'd ever given me.
"Is that even your fucking name?" I asked him, letting my angry thoughts spill out before I could get a lid on them.
He turned to me with an arched brow. "Because Kodiak Jones is the kind of name I would pick as an alias?"
I shrugged, shifting my gaze back to the lecture screen. "Who knows? You've lied to me about everything else."
Kody was silent for a moment, and I could practically feel his frown. "Yeah, but I'd totally pick a cooler name. Like..."
I rolled my eyes, unable to help myself. "Like Max Steele?"
"I see your point. But I promise it's not a fake name."
"Because your promises are worth so fucking much," I replied in an acidic mutter. "What are you even doing here? You’re not in this class."
He sat forward, leaning his elbows on the desk and staring at the side of my face. It was disconcerting, to say the least, and made it hard as fuck to keep my attention on the lesson and not look at him.
"But you are. So now I am too." His tone was so smug, I shot a sharp look at him, then instantly regretted my choice when his green eyes snared me. "I had a gap in my schedule and a burning desire to learn"—he trailed off, peering up at the projector screen before returning his gaze to my face—"sociological foundations. Really? Huh. Anyway. Here I am. Ready to learn."
I glowered at him, avoiding being caught by his hypnotic green eyes again. "Kody, I don't fucking want you here. Go away."
He just sat back, folding his arms over his chest. "Nah, I think I'll stay."
I sucked in a breath, counting to five in my head, then released it. He was trying to annoy me into talking to him, and so far it was working. Fucker.
Gritting my teeth, I turned my attention back to the lesson and tried my absolute best to ignore the fact that Kodiak fucking Jones was sitting half a foot away from me. It wasn't easy. Especially when he shifted in his seat to stretch his arms over his head, making his shirt ride up and show off all those chiseled abs... Fucking hell.
"So, who's the dead man?" he asked after some ten or fifteen minutes of me pretending to ignore him, yet focusing on him a hundred times harder than the lecture. I felt so freaking hurt and angry and betrayed by all three of them, but Kody made it so difficult to hold onto that.
I blinked a couple of times, focusing on what he'd said. "Huh?"
He arched a brow, leaning forward on the desktop again so that our faces were only inches apart. "The walking dead man." His voice was cold and lethal. Shit. "The one who deliberately kissed you in front of us this morning."
I groaned inwardly. Fucking Scott. I was kind of surprised Kody was here asking me about him rather than out in the woods somewhere burying his body in a shallow grave. I meant it as a joke, but a shiver ran through me at the edge of truth in that thought.
"Don't fucking touch him, Kody," I growled under my breath, giving up on taking notes