Saint (Angelview Academy #1) - E.M. Snow Page 0,52
any questions or make comments about my attack. We just swam together as usual, and it was so normal, that for a little while, I was able to put everything else from my mind. I’d almost expected Saint to burst in and disrupt us, but he never came. I returned to my dorm that night, feeling better than I had all week.
The next night, to my complete and utter shock, Gabe was the one waiting for me when I went for my late-night swim. Liam had been busy, so he’d told me he got to be my babysitter for the evening. Gabe didn’t swim, but he wasn’t as bad of company as I figured he might be. He also said nothing about the attack, and mostly sat on his phone while I did my laps, only speaking to me whenever I took a break.
It wasn’t until we were walking out of the athletic complex that I got the nerve to ask why he came, and Gabe had given me his usual smirk.
“Why do you think?” he’d retorted with a tilt of his red head. Before I could respond, he’d winked and taken off, just like he did the day he stole my underwear. “See you around, Ellis.”
Why did I think he came?
The answer was clear, even if it made me dizzy.
Saint.
The beautiful, infuriating boy who seems to be avoiding me completely.
I haven’t spoken to him since he dropped me off at the nurse’s office, and the only times I’ve seen him have been at a distance or in gym class. If we’re about to cross paths on campus, he always changes direction and goes a different way. It leaves me with an empty feeling in my chest because all I want to do is thank him for saving my life—again—but he’s not giving me the chance.
His lips were pressed to mine…
I shake my head to try and dispel the stupid thought that’s been sneaking into my brain all week. Thanking him is not the reason I want to talk to him. Not at all.
Loni finishes up with the cashier and comes bounding toward us with a wide smile, her red skirt fanning out around her. “All righty, check that off the list,” she announces. “You guys good to go?”
Henry and I nod in unison. “Yep,” I say, though now my mind is focused solely on Saint.
I need to tell him how grateful I am, so I stop feeling indebted to him.
Yeah. That’s all that I want.
My heart is hammering in my chest as I make my way to the pool that night. I’m nervous, hoping it’s Saint whose waiting for me tonight. So that I can properly thank him.
That’s all. I tell myself that over and over again, but I’d probably have an easier time convincing myself if I hadn’t worn my bikini tonight instead of my one-piece.
I grip the front of my shirt in a tight fist.
What the fuck do I think I’m doing?
My feelings toward Saint are … complicated, but he saved my life. I also can’t forget the sensation of his lips against mine, no matter how hard I try. I still don’t like him—I doubt I ever will—but I don’t think I really hate him either.
I’m a goddamn mess.
I hurry through the rec center and pause at the pool room entrance to take a fortifying breath. Raising my chin, I push open one of the doors and step inside.
“Sup, Mal?”
My heart sinks all the way to floor as disappointment crashes through me. Gabe is sitting on the bleachers next to the pool, his phone in his hand. There’s no sign of Saint anywhere. Again.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, exasperated.
He arches a brow and shrugs. “Just doing what I’m told.”
“Who told you to watch me?” I know the answer, but I need him to say it out loud.
His focus drops to his phone, and it’s clear he’s bored already. “Saint, who the fuck else?”
I clench my hands at my sides, my irritation spiking. “If he’s so concerned about me, why doesn’t he just come here himself.”
Gabe shrugs again. “How should I know? Busy, I guess.”
Bullshit.
Complete and utter bullshit.
Why is Saint doing this? Why does everything always have to be a game with him?
Well, I’m done playing.
I spin on my heel and head for the door.
“Whoa! Where’re you going?” Gabe calls after me.
“To rip Saint apart,” I answer back.
He lets out a startled cry of protest, but I’m already out the door and marching down the