She shook her head again. “I love her, but that’s not how I live.”
When she began to shiver, I automatically reached for my jacket. Unzipping it, I shrugged it off and draped it over her shoulders.
“Thanks.”
“No problem.”
“I’ll give it back to you at school next week.”
My brows rose in surprise. “You go to school with me?”
“Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel seen.”
“No, it’s not like that…”
“It’s okay. I’m joking.” She smiled. “I’m in the year below you guys.”
She was in third year. “Since when?”
“I transferred from St. Bernadette’s post primary at the beginning of term.” Shrugging her narrow shoulders, she tightened her hold on my jacket. “I’m on scholarship.”
Now, Iwasintrigued. “What’s your poison?”
“Music.” She blushed again. “What’s yours?”
“Physics,” I replied with an apologetic smile. “With a side of chemistry.”
“Oh, so you’rethatkind of boy.” She winked knowingly. “You’re a swot.”
I arched a brow. “No offense, but you must be a fair bit of a swot yourself to snag yourself a scholarship.”
“Yep, I’m one of the lucky six,” she replied with a sigh. “Go me, huh?”
“Why haven’t I seen you at school before?”
She smiled. “Maybe after tonight, you will.”
“How are you getting home?”
“Casey’s older than me,” she replied, pointing to the wall again. “One of her friends will drive me home.”
“Where’s home?”
“A long way from yours.” She grinned before adding, “Rich boy.”
My brows shot up. “What makes you think I’m rich?”
“Uh, maybe because I’ve been in your house,” she laughed with an eye roll. “Avoca Greystones is a long way from Rosewood.”
“Hold up.” I tilted my head to study her. “When were you in my house?”
“Your birthday party,” she replied, smirking. “Case and I both were.” She pointed to her friend again. “Feely invited us.”
“Feely.”
“Yep. We’re both in the school choir.”
“No shit.” I scratched my jaw, not terribly surprised to learn Feely was in the choir. “You’re the special buddy from music club?” I teased, putting two and two together. “Or should I say his bed buddy?”
