บท 48: Golden Chance

Ella POV:

I was done. Absolutely done. If Jason bumped his knee into mine one more time, I was going to snap. How the hell was he this clueless? I was trying to focus, but all I could think about was his constant hovering, like he had no concept of personal space.

Then, in the middle of class—right under the professor's nose—his hand casually dropped onto my thigh. Seriously? He must've lost his damn mind. My blood was boiling, but I kept my face neutral, staring straight ahead like I didn't even notice. Inside, though? I was ready to explode. Did he think I was just going to let him mess with me like this?

He leaned in, that irritating smirk plastered across his face. "You know, if you want to play this little silent game, I can play too," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear. "But I've got a feeling you'll crack first." Oh, I'll crack alright. Right over your head.