Never His Girl (Kings of Cypress Prep #2) - Rachel Jonas Page 0,85
If that jersey she donned at today’s game wasn’t enough to prove she’s letting bygones be bygones, check out all the pics of her at the king’s side during the victory celebration. He’s clinging to her hand in every single frame, making sure she never gets away from him again.
Gotta admit, I did NOT see things turning out so well for this indecisive duo. It looked super bleak for a moment there. Especially after that leak. But to say that they’ve defied the odds would be putting it mildly.
Good job, KingMidas! Some thought you were insane not to give up when NewGirl kept giving you the cold shoulder, but your relentlessness clearly paid off for you.
In honor of this drastic one-eighty you two have done, I’m categorizing this whole second-chance-romance vibe you’ve got going on as #RelationshipGoals.
Later, Peeps.
—P
Chapter 33
BLUE
Dr. Pryor closes the file folder on her desk and even though she hasn’t said much, I feel it all.
The disappointment.
The judgment.
She’s likely heard rumors of the reconciliation between West and me, because the staff here always seems to know what’s going on in students’ lives. From the outside looking in, it probably looks super convenient that West would want to patch things up with me. If for no other reason than to ensure that I side with him should shit hit the fan, but I can’t help the way it looks.
Nor do I care a whole lot about convincing people that us being together is legit. If there’s one thing I’ve taken from him, it’s that fuck-the-world mentality of his. Makes life a whole lot easier when pleasing people isn’t at the top of your priority list.
As much as I respect Dr. Pryor, and while I don’t blame her for whatever assumptions she’s made, I don’t feel guilty or silly for forgiving West. We went through some shit, made it out of some shit, now people can love it or hate it.
“Guess there isn’t much point in asking whether you’ve come up with anything useful for me,” she says dryly.
I offer a tight smile when I shrug. “Nope. Nothing to report.”
She’s eyeing me really hard, like I imagine my mother would’ve if she actually cared.
Dr. Pryor leans back in her seat, crossing her legs while staring at me. “Then, I guess you’re free to go.”
I brace the arms of my seat and push off of them to stand. It isn’t until I get to the door that she speaks up again.
“Ms. Riley. I hope you know what you’re doing,” she warns. “You being on probation hasn’t just vanished into thin air. You’re still being watched. They’re still waiting for you to slip up. If there’s something you could tell me to clear your name, the window for me to consider you an innocent party in all this is quickly coming to a close.”
My heart leaps when she says that, knowing I’m definitely keeping quiet to protect West, but ultimately Parker’s being shielded from the consequences, too. Which she doesn’t deserve.
Still, I hold my tongue. For West.
“I understand,” I answer.
Her gaze lingers on me a moment longer before she finally nods. “Then you enjoy the rest of your morning.”
This time, I make a quicker exit than before. So she can’t stop me and nearly guilt me into telling the truth about Parker’s involvement.
The bell already rang, which means I’ve missed West, and he probably grilled Lexi about where I was. She promised she’d let him know I got called down to Pryor’s office, but not without first saying how weird it is that West and I are no longer at each other’s throats. She isn’t wrong, but the idea of it will eventually grow on her.
I’m maybe a few yards from Pryor’s office when I pass a classroom I think is empty. It isn’t until I’m snatched inside by my wrist that I realize that isn’t true. The small yelp that leaves my mouth is in vain, because one look at who’s snatched me up reveals I’m not in any danger.
“What are you doing in here?”
“Waiting for you. Rodriguez said you’d be around here,” West answers as my heart races.
I peer up at him. “Anyone ever told you what a damn stalker you are?”
He shrugs and flashes a half-grin down at me. “This hot chick I’m fucking says that shit all the time.”
I shove his chest for being so vulgar, but he knows I like it.
“What’d Pryor want?” he asks casually, bringing me to him by my waist.