Walking to English, I still couldn’t believe what I’d seen. How could he stand to kiss her? I shuddered. Disgusting. I couldn’t understand the attraction. How could he possibly want her and not me? Easy lay? I mused to myself. But that me too. It was so unfair.
As I walked through the door, Cooper hurried over toward me.
Damnit. Forgot he had this class.
“Not now, please,” I said in a strained voice.
“Brit,” he said carefully, “We have to talk sometime.”
“I’d rather not,” I returned, attempting to step around him.
“After school?” Honestly, he was persistent.
“I’ve got tutoring,” I said, suddenly perversely euphoric at the thought. Anything to avoid Cooper. I glanced over his shoulder at Vaughn. He forced a smile at me. Cooper turned, following my gaze. Vaughn’s expression changed to a glare with surprising animosity. Cooper looked surprised when he turned back to me.
“What’s with him?” he muttered.
“He hates you. Just like me,” I said icily.
Cooper’s expression was pained, “Brit, please.”