And the way Crew Lancaster makes me feel is very, very overwhelming.
I still wish he’d kiss me though. Or hold my hand. Hug me. It’s comforting, being in his arms. He’s warm and solid, and he smells like heaven.
“Wren?” Fig is already sitting at his desk while I’m stalled out in front of the classroom, looking like an idiot, I’m sure.
I scurry over to his desk, clamping my lips together to ensure I don’t apologize.
I over-apologize for unnecessary things. Why would I have to say sorry right now? Because I always do? That’s not a good enough reason anymore.
I really need to start standing up for myself.
“Is everything okay?” I ask Fig, once I’m standing beside his desk.
“I was just going to ask you the same question.” He rests his clutched hands on top of his desk, lowering his voice. “I can tell something is bothering you.”
He is far too perceptive. It’s dangerous. Like he can hone in on girls when they’re feeling extra vulnerable and takes advantage of them. “I’m all right. Really.”
“Is someone bothering you?” His gaze shifts over to where Crew sits. His new spot, directly behind me. I quickly glance over my shoulder to see Crew glowering at the two of us, never looking away. Like he doesn’t care that he got caught staring. “I can talk to him if you want me to.”
I shake my head. “Crew isn’t bothering me.” I’m not hiding that I know who he’s talking about.
“Are you sure about that? I know he can be intimidating. He has a reputation around campus for bullying girls, on occasion.”
I’m not surprised. Crew tried to intimidate me many times over the years, though I mostly ignored him, which probably frustrated him even more. “He doesn’t bully me. Crew is my friend.”
Figueroa’s eyebrows shoot up. “Your friend? Oh, Wren. Please tell me you don’t actually believe that.”
“What do you mean?” I’m hurt by his remark. As if I’m a little girl who’s too na?ve to know better.
Been there, done that. Still struggling with the aftermath.
“If Crew claims to be your friend, it’s merely code for something more.”
“Code for what?” I decide to play stupid. Of course I know what he’s referring to, but everyone thinks I’m an innocent virgin, so why not play the part.
“He’ll—take advantage of you. That’s how boys like him operate.”
I stare at Fig, hating the way his words make me feel. Hating more that he’s just like the very boy he’s describing. He takes advantage of his female students, preying on the weakest ones.
Is that how he saw me only a few weeks ago? Weak and unassuming? Too trusting and easy to manipulate?
Well, too late, sir. I’m on to your games.
“I know exactly how boys like him operate.” It’s my turn to lower my voice. “Maybe that’s exactly what I want him to do, hmm? Did you ever think of that?”
He struggles to keep his expression neutral, though I can tell I shocked him. “Very well. I just—wanted to warn you.”
“Thanks, Fig. Appreciate it.” Oh, where did that come from? I sound like I’ve got attitude.
I kind of like it.
I turn away from Fig’s desk so fast, my skirt flares out, flashing a bit of leg. I catch Crew’s gaze dropping to my thighs, and my skin warms as I walk back to my desk.
Why am I keeping him at arm’s length again?
I fall into my seat, glancing over at Crew to see he’s already watching me.
“What the hell did he want?” His simmering gaze shifts to Figueroa.
“He asked if I was okay.” I shrug, trying to play it off, but Crew won’t let me.
“Trying to make a move on you?”
“Never.”
He clenches his jaw. “I’ll kick his ass if he says something inappropriate to you, Wren. I mean it.”
My entire body erupts in goosebumps at the ferocity in his voice. How protective he is, how he said my actual name. “I blew him off.”
“He can pick up on girls who are going through shit,” Crew continues.
“I know. I figured that out.”
Crew’s gaze finds mine, the anger slowly dissipating. “You’ve got this handled, don’t you?”
I nod. “I do. I’m going to be okay. But thank you for watching out for me.”
“Anytime,” he murmurs, just as Figueroa starts lecturing again.
I turn and face the front of the classroom, thrilled that Crew actually trusts that I can take care of myself.