A shiver runs down my spine. “What if you aren’t?”

“Don’t knock it until you try it.” He winks and lets my elbow go, and I nearly sprint back into my room and grab one of my other uniforms neatly hanging in my closet.

I barely have any time to do my hair, so I toss it up in a bun, throw on some makeup, put on my black boots, then run downstairs to grab a protein bar.

Quinn is wearing a new uniform, maybe one of Ambrose’s? And sitting at the counter with a cup of coffee while Ambrose is grabbing stuff out of the pantry.

“Ready,” I say.

Quinn looks up, and his eyes heat. “I like the messy hair.”

I stick out my tongue. He just smirks. “Is that a promise?”

“Quinn.” Ambrose chucks a protein bar at Quinn’s face. “Could you not hit on her when I’m standing right here?”

“Hey, she’s the one that was luring me with her tongue. I just responded.”

“I don’t want to go to school.” Ambrose breaks the silence. “I mean, I really don’t want to go.”

“We need a warning word or something for when that witch gets too close.”

Quinn pops to his feet. “Witch works.”

Ambrose laughs. “Yeah, saying that to her face sounds like a stellar plan.”

“Probably wouldn’t be the first time.” Quinn adjusts the collar of his white shirt.

Anxiety slams against my chest until it feels too tight to breathe. Are people going to be talking about Ambrose and me kissing in the hallway? I haven’t seen anything on snap or insta, so I’m assuming they just, for the most part, ignored us.

Something still feels wrong—off. I can’t shake the feeling that something bad’s going to happen, and it freaks me out more than Quinn’s constant stares.

I take a deep breath. “Just stick together, and you two…” I point between the two of them. “…less hostility, keep your friends close and your enemies—“

“--getting drunk and sleeping over at your house.” Ambrose finishes. “Yeah, message received.”

Quinn looks away, a dark expression crosses his normal amused face. He runs his hands through his long hair and bites down on his bottom lip like he’s trying to keep himself from saying something; instead, he takes a breath. “Whatever, let’s just get the rest of the week over with.”

He storms out of the house and slams the door. Ambrose curses, making his way over to me to hand me a protein bar. “Sorry, he’s just… Quinn.”

“It’s fine; I know it’s not me.”

“No, it’s definitely me.” Ambrose smiles and leans down like he’s going to kiss me, he’s so beautiful my chest aches. A shiver runs down my spine when I think about him toweling me off.

“Why’d you dry me?” I ask while he’s still staring into my eyes. “In the bathroom?”

“Too weird?” He laughs. “Too far?”

I shake my head. “No, not at all; I was just curious.”