Chapter 8

A rap on my bedroom door disrupts my focus before it’s rudely pushed open, and Dane lounges in the open space, staring at me sitting at my desk by the veranda.

“Monique says to come down for food. You aren’t to eat in your room.” He states blankly, then pushes off my door frame to walk off. Not waiting for a response or to see if I even heard him.

Just his mere presence has me gritting my teeth.

Getting up, I drop my pen beside my notebook and laptop and follow him out the door. Glad for the food break as I was starting to see double while working on my essay and ignoring his manner. Spotting him loitering ahead of me in the hallways as he strolls at the speed of a snail back to wherever he came from, I hurry to catch up with an impulsive need to annoy him.

“Move, slow ass.” I nudge him to one side with my shoulder, barely budging him as I power march up beside him to get by. Seeing as he’s taking up the center of the walkway. Thrusting myself forward to cut in