Page 182 of We Shouldn't Be Together
He nods. “Essentially.”
I sit back, my lip upturning. “Wow. How did she let this happen?”
“What are you talking about?”
“She’s a scholarship kid, who’s not taking her grades seriously. She mustn’t want to go to this school.”
His shoulders broaden, and he backs up on his stool. “Of course, she wants to go to this school.”
“Then why did she let this happen?”
“Let this happen? This is the school’s fault.”
“It is? Enlighten me.”
He groans and when his eyes roll, my chest aches. “The school sets arbitrary rules and decides what crap we have to learn. It’s entirely their fault.”
“But I’m sure they made it clear to Jamie—when she got her scholarship—that she needed to maintain a certain grade average in order to keep her scholarship.”
He deadpans me. “Why are you being like this?”
I lift my palms up, not getting why he’s upset. “Like what? I just don’t understand why she let things get so bad. She should’ve known the odds were stacked against someone like her to attend this school.”
His arms cross and his stare narrows. “Why? Because she’s poor?”
I grab a hold of his biceps and lean into him. “Kai, I didn’t mean to rile you up. I’m sorry.”
His Adam’s apple bobs, and his biceps flex under my palms. “You should know I hate that tone. It’s the whole reason we didn’t get along in the beginning.”
I shrink under the weight of his glare. “I was using a tone?”
“You didn’t hear it?”
I hate how much I’m pouting as I shake my head, still cowering from his heightened emotions.
He cups my chin and lifts it up. His head tilts and then he softly sighs. “Camila did a number on you.”
I stiffen at the accusation.
“You can’t say this stuff in front of Jamie.”
I want to ask, “what stuff,” because I still don’t know what I said that was so wrong. But I can tell he’ll go off again if I misspeak.
“I’m so glad I snatched the poster from Camila so she couldn’t make copies and do some serious damage with it.”
“How did you get it from her?”
I tap my fingers on the desk, smiling at my manicure. “I created a minor diversion and then dipped out when she started attacking Yvie.”
“You let the she-wolf attack Yvette?”
I smirk at him. “She needed to take one for the team.”
He rubs a circle on my back. “And we all know you’ve taken enough hits from her.”
“It was just a strike too far. She shared that dirty picture on her Instagram story last night. I’m guessing that’s what she used to ambush Jamie with?”
“Yep. At least it was grainy. It’ll be old news by the end of the day.”
