“Please, Brooklyn.”
I swallowed hard. “Can’t we just do it another night?” It was hard to say no outright to him when I couldn’t just write it down and slap it on his desk without him looking. How was I supposed to say no to that perfect face? To those eyes that were begging me for…what exactly? What the hell did he want from me?
“No, Thursday is the only night I’m free," Matt said.
“But you just asked me what night was best for me…”
“I forgot that I’m booked the rest of the week. It has to be Thursday. Which means you have to cancel your date.” The way he said date made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.
“Dude, what the hell do you have to do the rest of the nights this week?” Rob asked. “I thought we were just hanging out tonight anyway. Can you come over tonight, Sanders?”
The thought of going to Rob’s house tonight made my stomach churn. But I was technically free. I found myself nodding.
“No,” Matt said. "It has to be Thursday night. I forgot that I have football practice late every other night this week to prep for the game this weekend. She has to cancel her plans.”
“You’re being unreasonable,” I said.
“I’mbeing unreasonable? I can’t change my practice schedule. But you can cancel your plans with Felix.” He bit out the name Felix as he glared at me.
What was his problem? I felt like I was shrinking under his gaze. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know how to disagree with him when he was staring at me like he was going to bite my head off.
The bell rang, saving me. I breathed a sigh of relief.
“We’ll just do it next week then,” Rob said as he stood up. “Later, Sanders.”
“Auditorium,” Matt whispered as he pulled his backpack over his shoulder. “Five minutes.” He walked away without waiting for a response.
“No,” I said to the empty classroom. I was beginning to think that Matt had never heard that word before.
Untouchable - Chapter 15
Thursday
Two more notes demanding a secret auditorium meeting. Two more instances of whispered words in class when no one was looking. And as if Matt knew I wouldn’t come for the fourth day in a row, there was another note staring back at me in my locker. It was placed so perfectly I was pretty sure he hadn’t stuffed it through the slats. He’d opened up my locker and put it right where I’d see it. He knew the combination to my lock. He was officially being creepy. And disrespectful.
I lifted up the note and read his words.
Please tell me I’m not too late.
Too late for what?It was the weirdest note yet. And even though it didn’t say to meet him in the auditorium at the end of school, he’d said he’d keep waiting in another note. He’d be there. I slammed my locker closed. Enough was enough. I didn’t care if this was some weird hazing the new girl thing. Or a prank I didn’t understand. I wanted to have a good night with Felix. And I didn’t want to spend any more time thinking about these stupid freaking notes.
Felix was supposed to walk home with me and Kennedy today. But neither had stopped by my locker yet. I’d just quickly tell Matt to leave me alone and have a great night.
I opened the heavy wooden door of the auditorium. The lights were off, and when the door closed behind me with a thud, everything was bathed in darkness.
I was mad at Matt for making me come here of all places to talk. Pissed that he kept trying to make me cancel my plans with Felix. Furious that he thought these notes could make up for the fact that he just sat there while Charlotte tore me apart in class last week.
But I was also a tiny bit scared. Maybe a lot a bit scared. I’d never been to the auditorium and my thigh bumped into one of the seats.Ow.“Matt?” I whispered.
No answer.
“Matt, this isn’t funny.” God, this was definitely a hazing thing. Any minute now Isabella would show up and throw red paint on me or something worse. Charlotte’s words about making me disappear came back to me. “Matt?” My voice trembled this time.
A floorboard creaked behind me and I turned so quickly I almost ran right into him.
“You came,” he said.
I was breathing hard, trying to hold back the scream that had wanted to come out a second ago. “What the hell?” I shoved the note into his chest and ignored the fact that his pecs were so hard that the action hurt my hand. Well, I tried to ignore it. Because I kept my hand there, splayed on his chest. I felt the rise and fall of his breath.
