“I have to go,” I said, grabbing my bag and car keys. “I’m going to be late.”
“You could play hooky with a painfully handsome werewolf,” Simon said, smirking and waggling his eyebrows.
“Why would I do that?” I said while adjusting my soy cream colored scarf. “I like school. Well, the learning part, anyway. Plus, I have to keep perfect attendance between now and graduation. I’m lucky they’re letting me accept my diploma this year, considering all of the days I missed after the accident.”
So much had changed since that night when Yuki and I had sped off to Witchtrot Road in search of answers. I felt a pang of regret that we still weren’t talking to each other. I love Yuki, but she is the most bullheaded, dogged, pigheaded…gah! Now she has me abusing the names of poor innocent animals.
“You may be the only woman alive to turn me down so cruelly,” he said, pseudo-gasping and grabbing at his chest. “How shall I go on living?”
“Oh my god, Simon,” I said. I rolled my eyes at him, but a treacherous smile reached my lips. “You are such a drama queen.”
“King,” he said.
“Whatever,” I said, kissing him on the cheek. I knew better than to kiss Simon on the lips when I was in a hurry. “I have to go.”
“Farewell, my queen,” he said, waving. “Adieu!”
“See you after school,” I said, rushing for the cabin door.
“I wouldn’t miss it for the world,” he said.
I could feel his eyes on my back, like scorching hot embers, as I closed the door and walked across a bed of pine needles to my car. My cheeks warmed and my grin widened as I sat behind the wheel. I knew Simon would be the first thing I saw as I exited the building at the end of the school day.
We could catch up on kisses then.