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school, so I’m not here for that.
“Here.” She sits up, pushing some books toward me. “I dug up some
primary resources, so we can start on this questionnaire.”
But before I can tell this chick she’s on her own, I’m shoved forward
from behind, a body slamming down on my back and an arm pressing into
my neck.
“What the hell?” I shoot out my arms to keep my head from hitting the
table, and then I feel breaths in my ear.
“Ryen!” I hear someone exclaim. I think it’s Lyla.
“Don’t move,” Ryen whispers in my ear, and I feel a sharp point
digging into the back of my neck. “I’d hate for this pen to slip.”
I shake with a shocked laugh. She didn’t like being served back in the
stacks, and now she’s lost her mind. Excellent.
I do exactly what she asks, even though my heart is racing and my groin
is throbbing with heat.
I feel the pen glide over my skin in long, slow strokes, and I’m actually
amused. I know people are watching. Everyone is suddenly silent, even
Lyla.
The pen digs deep, and I wince as I feel a sting. She finishes and stands
up, taking her weight off me and throwing down the pen. I feel her leave,
and I sit up straight. Everyone is looking at me, and I see Ryen brush past
my table with her bag on her shoulder, storming out of the library.
“Are you okay?” Lyla asks.
“Yeah.” I nod and glance behind me, seeing J.D. smiling and shaking
his head, while Trey leans forward on the table and glares at me.
She did that in front of him. Good girl.
I turn back to my partner. “What did she write?”