Page 3 of Twisting You

I sighed and got up from my seat. That wasn’t going to happen. Like I could pull my grades up by then. “Well, I guess I don’t have to do this then.” I closed the textbook and scooped up my books.

“See you this weekend,” I said.

“Chloe, you could try! Like you can’t give up.” Olivia panicked, the letter in her hand.

I just shrugged my shoulders. “Whatever.”

Stopping at Xavier’s desk, I dropped the textbook on his table. “I won’t be needing this anymore, Mr. Clark.”

I turned by back and walked towards the door.

“Class isn’t over, Chloe.”

“Whatever.” I slid the door open and walked out, leaving it open, as I walked down the hallway.

The funny thing was that I used to be a model student, the captain of the volleyball team, the volunteer, and I had a flawless academic record. I was shy. I would never go out. I didn’t drink and I would never defy my parents.

I was a good girl, the daughter of the great alpha; but that was before I met him. That was before my 18thbirthday, when he had denied me as his mate, after leading me on with hope for months and his reason for denying me—I wasn’t ready.

Nice of him to decide that for me, right?

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