47 - Touch Some Grass

47 - Touch Some Grass

Emma

“Shouldn’t you be in bed and resting?” Mia asked, crossing her arms and trying to intimidate me.

“No. I got bored.” I closed my locker and looked over her shoulder. “Who’s that?”

The man was tall, dark-skinned, with broad shoulders. And he was glaring at Cillian, who was standing across him with his arms crossed.

Mia sighed and rolled her eyes. “That’s Jacob, my bodyguard. James hired him because of… you know. How’s your hand?”

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I replied, “It’s okay. It will heal soon.”

“When will my time come?” Summer drawled, walking beside us to our first