HOPE
"You should be thanking me, Hope.I registered you on the easy course."
The easy course?
Yeah, no. Fuck this.
As much as I'd love to learn how to fight and defend myself at least, I honestly don't understand the personal grudge my trainer has for me today. Like he wants to punish me for something I have no fucking idea about.
I'm not about to sit through another round of this bullshit interrogation like I owe him something. I had to visit the school infirmary real quick and guess who caught wind of that and is here to pick me up?
Gritting my teeth, I yank the sheet off my legs, bruises already blooming beneath the filth. I look like hell. It takes two shaky tries to plant my feet, but once I'm steady?
I'm gone.
Kaleb's stride adjusts effortlessly to match mine. Of course it does. His hand clamps around my elbow as I turn the wrong way, tugging me back in the right direction.
Hell, I just want to get away from you.