26 - Eva.

I stare up at Oak; brows furrowed in confusion. "I don't understand. Why didn't you force him to go to Luigi?"

His bright aquamarine eyes meet mine, and there's a mix of guilt and confusion in them. "Don't question me, Eva." I watch as his fists clench by his side. "Get to class. You're going to be late." His tone is cold.

I lick my bottom lip. "Is it because what Alexander said is true?"

He growls, hands moving to my hips as he pushes me up against a nearby locker. "What exactly do you believe he said that is true?"

My stomach flutters anxiously as I stare into his beautiful eyes, wondering what demons haunt him. Oakley Byrne is deeply tormented. The rage that often works itself to the surface is proof of that.

"That you have a crush on me," I say, my voice sounding more confident than I expected.

His lips curl into a wicked smirk, one that makes dread sink like a lead weight in my stomach. "Is that what you hope, Eva?" His nostrils flaring. "That I want to fuck you?"

I shake my head