She shrugs. “Sure. My last class ends at six. We can meet up there at say…seven.”
“Perfect.” I get up and grab my bag when I notice the time. Azriel is about to show up any minute. “I gotta go.”
She checks the time, realizing the same thing. “Okay, see you Friday,” she says with a warm smile.
“What’s happening on Friday? Can I come?”
We both freeze when Azriel takes a seat next to Rose. “Hey,” I greet him.
He gives me a once-over. “Hey.” He glances at Rose. “What’s going on Friday?”
My eyes widen at Rose, not sure what to say, but she saves me. “We are going to hang out at Babylon on Friday after class.”
He glances between us. “Oh, I guess I’ll see you there.”
Rose smiles. “Okay.”
Azriel turns to me and gives me a slow once-over. “See you Friday, Amy.”
The way he says it gives me chills, and the way Rose’s eyebrows rise tells me I didn’t imagine it. Is he flirting with me?
“See you later,” I say before turning to leave.
I don’t have any time to think about Azriel and how he invited himself because when I get inside my dorm building, Saint is leaning on the wall next to my door with his knee bent, the sole of his black boot flat against the wall, scrolling through his phone. He’s wearing a black hoodie and black jeans. His long hair is braided. I admire how good he looks with the few seconds I have before he notices me.
When he looks up, I don’t give him time to say anything. “What are you doing here?”
He slides his phone into his pocket and straightens to his full six-foot-two, making me feel small in comparison at five-foot-two.
“It’s obvious. I’ve been waiting for you.”
I slide the key into the lock, turn it, and push my door open. “Now why would you do that?”
“I wanted to see how you are?”
I drop my bag on my bed. “As you can see, I’m fine.”
“Why are you mad?”
Is he for real? Is he delusional? Scratch that. He might be more fucked up in the head than delusional, but I’m not going to bash him for that. We all have a dark past.
Problems.
Mental ones.
Everyone copes differently, and I’m no different.
But it doesn’t excuse his behavior.
I finally face him, putting on a straight face.
I never thought it would be hard until I actually tried to hide the way I feel.
I like him.
I’m attracted to him.
Physically.