“What?” Lane says. “Why not?”

The reply tothatquestion feels so painfully apparent that I bark out amusing. I wave a hand between us, although after all that’s no reply in any respect.

Lane wilts in her seat. Chewing on her backside lip, she stares at her notepad, scrawled with notes from a special class.

“You don’t need to preserve seeing me, . As my tutor or… something extra. Nobody’s making you, Ambrose.”

No, nobody’smademe do any of this: tutor a scholar who doesn’t need assistance; break my very own code to kiss her; fall in love towards all my survival instincts. Flip up late right now and make all the things worse.

That is all me.

And I do know it makes me the most important ass within the universe, however a small, bruised a part of me rankles when Lane appears so calm about all of it. Wouldn’t it actually be really easy for her to finish our association?

Would Lane discover another person for herkissing classes? Does she have already got somebody in thoughts?

I squeeze the sting of the desk till my knuckles ache.

“Simply inform my dad and mom you’re now not obtainable,” Lane says dully, nonetheless looking at her notepad. She’s doodling a flower. “They’ll insist on discovering another person to tutor me, clearly, however you’ll be off the hook. Drawback solved.”

My chest burns.

Drawback solved? Problemsolved?

“Positive,” I grate out. “Good concept. It’s most likely for the perfect, anyway. This was changing into a distraction.”

After which, solely then, does Lane lastly look up—and hit me with the damage swimming in her huge, blue eyes. Tears brim, and her decrease lip wobbles.

Fucking hell.

It’s a punch to the chest. My ideas scatter, my lungs freeze, and solely my grip on the desk retains me anchored in place, as a result of Lane looksagonized.Like this hurts her each bit as a lot because it hurts me, and the way did I not see that earlier than? Why did I assume I’m some lone ranger, fully alone in these emotions? Didn’t I really feel the hungry approach she kissed me? Didn’t I really feel her shy belief when she lay again for me on Sunday evening?

I’m such an ass.

“A distraction,” Lane chokes out. “Sure. Okay.”

“No, wait—”

She stands up on wobbly legs, grabs her notepad and pen and stuffs them blindly into her backpack. Lane reaches for the mug too, then catches herself earlier than pouring an entire frothy espresso in her bag. Blue eyes blink at me in a daze.

“Um. See you round, Ambrose.”

“Lane, hold on a second. Please, simply wait—”

She stumbles away from our desk to the closest door, bouncing one shoulder off the wall. Like I’ve injured her bodily in addition to dealt an emotional blow.

My very own chair screeches over the ground, and I stagger after her, however chairs push again and gradual me down.

After I spill by means of the door onto campus, each hacky-sack participant in a ten mile radius rushes to get in my approach.

“Lane!”

I’m crowded, jostled, surrounded by stoners and skate boarders and somebody pushing a flier into my chest, telling me to come back to the drama college’s manufacturing of Romeo and Juliet. I bat them away, desperately scanning for a head of blonde curls.

“Lane!”

Within the distance, she hurries away, gown swishing round her thighs. She disappears across the facet of the constructing—and after I lastly break freed from this mob and run after her, I around the constructing to search out… no signal.

Respiratory arduous, I press my knuckles into my chest, then march ahead, scanning the totally different paths Lane may have taken. Nothing.

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