Page 12 of Miles
“Oh. My fault,” I say begrudgingly. He might actually hold a tutoring session, but I’m wise enough to know that he’s full of shit.
“You’re still welcome if you feel like it.” He hands me a flyer. I tuck it inside my textbook and then return my attention back to the teacher. Slowly his words are a little clearer, but it’s still a struggle. I make it through the class with a slight headache, so I leave, needing to find the local coffee shop. It’s a long line, but I manage to snag two medium caramel coffees before my next class and only get hit on twice more. I text my bestie and tell her where to meet me.
When I spot her, I wave the cups. “Good morning, Elsa,” Angie cheers, running up to me in the middle of the quad. We hug and then I hand her a cup of coffee.
“Where’s your posse of suits?”
“They are loosening the restrictions,” I say.
“Yay,” she cheers.
“I know, right?”
“You can finally hang out with me and meet some guys that I know.”
“Sounds good, but not today. Two guys and one girl have already made passes at me today, and I’m not in the mood for more.”
“That’s because you’re hot and that outfit is so cute.”
“Thanks, but you’re my friend and a bit biased.” I wink at her.
“You got me,” she says. “Besides, I’m trying to get in good so you can hook me up with your hot brother.”
“Which one?” I already know which brother, but I want her to say it. She’s been crushing on my brother since she met him.
“Milo, of course.” She rolls her eyes and then takes a drink of her coffee.
My alarm goes off, reminding me that class starts in five minutes. “Oh shit. I got to go.”
“I’ll talk to you later, and maybe we can go out.”
“Girl, I have class until tonight,” I explain.
“Fine. Maybe tomorrow.”
“Sounds good.” I rush off to my next class.
By the time I finish my day, I’m so dang annoyed and tired. The boys are just as terrible as they were in high school. I swear last year wasn’t this bad, but it’s like they’ve realized I’ve sprouted tits and a personality finally. Not that I haven’t looked this hot, but today I must be releasing some sort of pheromones.
At first there was my TA, followed by a bunch of new classmates that I’ve never met before, and as I’m walking out of my last class, I run into a former classmate who never spoke to me while we were in high school.
“Hey, Elsa. Girl, you’re looking extra hot today. What’s gotten into the water at your house?” Johnny Santos says. He eyes my backside with a twisted smirk like he’s admiring my hard work in the gym.
“Shut up,” I answer back.
“Don’t be so mean, baby. I’m just giving you a compliment. You’ve gotten even hotter than last year, and your best friend told us you’re finally off your parents’ tight leash.” Ugh, I could punch Angie in the tit when I see her. In fact, I’m making a note on my phone. Quickly, I whip it out and open up my task lists.
?Punch Ange in the tit.
I look up at him, displaying my annoyance, and say, “That doesn’t mean I’m interested in dating guys who act like fools. Now excuse me.” I scurry away and get in my car. It’s the first time I’m allowed to drive myself to school without an entourage, but perhaps the old ways were better.
A sigh falls from my lips as I check my rearview mirror. My dad’s usual security for me lingers two cars back, and I know that he didn’t really give me full freedom, which I should have expected. A thought comes to me, and I wonder if Johnny was a test. Then again, maybe they purposefully put all these flirts in my way so I would want my old life back. Well, I passed and although the guys were obnoxious, I like having some freedom.
I didn’t flirt back, and I didn’t kill him, so I win. Sticking my tongue out in my rearview mirror, I drive out of my parking spot and through the lot. Johnny is standing with his friends by his car as I pass him, and he gives me a wave with a smirk. Ignoring him is the best thing I can do because there is no way I’m giving in to his bullshit.
When I get home, I’ll give my dad an earful about his little test and then tell him that I can handle myself just fine and that I’m not going to be letting boys just scam on me. I still want my prince.
As I make my way through Vegas and toward our family estate, traffic is heavy, so it takes longer than expected. I turn up the tunes and let all the tension roll off my shoulders. By the time I pull through our gates and down our long driveway, all thoughts of arguing with my dad are out the window. I spot the familiar vehicle parked in his usual spot. Miles Ivanov is in my home. The dark prince. Could today get any more intense?
