did a great job,” Chloe said, gesturing toward the door. “So now you can leave.”
There was a heavy sigh and then, “I don’t understand why you’re being so difficult about this.”
“Then ask your friends,” Chloe said, shaking her head in disgust as she moved to turn the page only to end up glaring when the large jerk yanked her book away.
“What do my friends have to do with anything?” Cole demanded as he closed her book and tossed it on her desk.
“Besides the fact that you’re oblivious?” Chloe asked as she climbed off the bed, deciding that if he wasn’t going to leave, then she would.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Cole asked, slamming his hand against the door to stop her from leaving.
“Move,” she said, closing her eyes as she slowly exhaled, praying for patience only to end up chuckling without humor when he said, “What have my friends ever done to you?” because he couldn’t be serious.
“What have your friends done to me?” Chloe asked, opening her eyes as she turned around to face him. “Are you serious right now?”
“Deadly,” Cole bit out as he glared down at her as he dropped his arm away.
Nodding slowly, she asked, “How about the fact that they’ve gone out of their way for the past two years to make my life a living hell?”
“I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about,” Cole bit out, looking pissed as she reached back and opened the door.
“No, you don’t, do you?” Chloe said as she gestured for him to get the hell out of her room. “And that’s the problem.”
Chapter 18
“Oh, thank god it’s over,” Mikey said, sighing in relief as she closed the book that had taken her three days to finish and shoved it aside so that she could roll over onto her stomach and–
Groan when a set of strong hands clamped down around her ankles and dragged her across the bed. “Why are you doing this to me?” Mikey demanded on a pathetic whimper as she tried to grab hold of her comforter and drag herself back up to the comfort of her pillows for a well-deserved nap, but the mean boy who’d woken her up at the crack of dawn this morning had other plans.
“Come on, you’re almost done,” Sebastian said, ignoring her disgruntled grunt as he pulled her to the edge of her bed, rolled her over, and after a long-suffering sigh that she really didn’t appreciate, dragged her to her feet.
Once there, he turned her around and gave her a gentle shove in the direction of her computer. “Get writing,” Sebastian said with a satisfied sigh as he dropped down on her bed and grabbed a book off the stack that he kept on her nightstand.
“I can write it in the morning,” Mikey pointed out, moving to return to the comfort of her bed when Sebastian’s next words had her reluctantly turning around and forcing herself to cross the short distance to her desk.
“It’s one in the morning,” he said as she dropped down in her chair with a sigh.
Deciding to make this short and sweet, Mikey turned on her computer, opened a blank Word document, put in all the necessary information and then gave a quick rundown of what happened in the book, making sure to add every adjective that she could think of before typing, “The End” with flourish. Once she was done, Mikey moved to hit print only to groan when she suddenly found herself being rolled away from the computer and the boy who oversaw her torture, shaking his head in disapproval as he read her book report.
“It’s less than a hundred words,” Sebastian said, frowning in confusion as he read her book report.
“Which I’m sure my teacher will appreciate,” Mikey pointed out as she moved her chair closer to the bed only to gasp in outrage when Sebastian deleted her book report.
“That will get you an F,” he said, closing the file only to open the internet browser, and after a quick search, he gestured to the screen. “This is what a book report should look like.”
Frowning, Mikey watched as he scrolled down the page…and kept scrolling. “Are you serious? That’s like three pages long,” Mikey said, unable to help but groan when Sebastian grabbed her chair and pushed her back in front of the computer.
“It will be over before you know it,” he lied, giving her a patronizing pat on the head before he walked away, leaving her sitting there, feeling