Everyone laughs.
“I’m helping you,” Xavier says.
I stab him with my fork until he yelps.
“What? You’re the one who keeps popping into the school gym,” he adds.
“To get stronger, not to lose weight.”
“Maybe she just likes the man candy there,” Océane says, and my face goes white immediately.
“Really?” Grey looks my way like I just got caught ogling someone.
“No, I’m just exercising, minding my own business.”
“Right …” Xav mumbles, so I stab him again with my fork for good measure.
He steals the fork from my hand and throws it in the grass.
“Hey! I need that!”
He shrugs. “Shouldn’t have used it to stab me.”
“Fine. I’ll eat with my hands,” I growl back.
“You wouldn’t,” he taunts.
He doesn’t know me as well as he thinks. I dig into the salad, not giving a shit everyone’s looking at me like I’m some kind of animal as I stuff it all into my mouth.
But when Grey gazes at me, I stop midway through eating my cucumbers and stare back. “What?”
He snorts and brings his thumb to my lip, wiping something off. “You have dressing on your face, silly.” And he pushes his thumb into his mouth, groaning. “Delicious.”
My face is probably glowing like a light bulb right now, and everyone’s looking at us, grinning and giggling to themselves.
“Speaking about gyms,” Océane says, “Did you hear the rumor going around that some people actually had sex in the dressing room?”
I nearly choke on my cucumber.
“Whoa, you okay there?” Grey asks.
“Yeah.” I cough a little.
“That has to be just a rumor, right?” Ivy asks.
Océane shrugs. “Apparently, they made so much noise the entire gym could hear them moan.”
Suddenly, something blocks the sun, and I look up only to stare right into Apollo Torres’s eyes. “Moaning? Sounds like they had a great time in there.”
The smirk forming on his face is so goddamn annoying that it nearly makes me want to throw my salad in his face.
I don’t need him to remind me of what we did, especially not with Grey sitting right beside me. I already feel guilty about having to exchange my body for his safety. He doesn’t need the added shame of Apollo trying to shove it in his face.
“Hey there, Freckles.”
Ivy snorts. “Freckles?”
“What are you doing here?” I hiss.
