Chapter 367
Troy:
“Well, good luck with that. Do not get upset if you find us hugging around the corner. I mean, she has done that before, has she not?” I mumbled, reminding him that there had been other times too, and people had caught us hugging or kissing here.
This time Ian grabbed my collar with one hand and pulled himself close, staring right into my eyes.
I noticed the way his body shook from anger.
“You do that and I will cut your hands off,” he told me, pushing me back and then stepping away because the lurker was now waiting for him behind him.
As he walked away, my smirk grew. He had already given me an idea of what I was going to do next.
As soon as I finished celebrating by smiling at his absence, I turned around to leave when I saw someone standing behind me.
I could already tell he had listened to the whole thing about her having a crush on me.
“Yorick,” I said, trying to remain calm. “Did you come here to fetch me for exercising? Sorry, I had to come here and speak with Clementine.” I made it seem like I had no clue he had heard anything.
“Is it true?” Yorick asked, his muscles pumped because he had just come out of the room after working out on the machines.
“What is?” I replied, trying to appear completely clueless.
“Troy, is it true that she used to have a crush on you and that she wrote about you in her diary?” Yorick confronted me.
I began to pout sadly.
“Listen, I do not want to As I tried to make it seem like I felt guilty about talking about the diary, Yorick scoffed.
“Oh, come on, cut it out. Tell me the truth,” he hissed, already angry with me over Clementine, because she had a crush on me, because I was her favorite man.
“It is true. Come with me,” I told him as I started to step toward the room.
The moment we went inside, I noticed Oriana hiding under the bed again.
We both stared at each other, then at her, and rolled our eyes.
Haiden was probably in the bathroom taking a shower or doing something else.
I used the moment to grab Clementine’s diary, tuck it into my jacket, grab a jacket from the side, put it on my shirtless body, and hide the diary inside it.
I brought Yorick out with me again and stood in the passageway where the cold wind was blowing hard.
It was a little difficult for us to focus on the diary pages because they kept shifting with the wind.
But I managed to pull out the page where she had spoken about having a crush on me.
“Look,” I showed it to Yorick.
He had his hands on his waist and tried to read it from afar.
Once he noticed everything she had said about me, he grabbed the diary from my hands and started to read through it almost hastily.
I noticed the way his body tensed, his muscles clenching.
He read the whole page and then slammed the diary shut, shoving it into my chest.
“Yorick, what happened?” I asked, calling after him. But he began to step away, probably to work out more.
My eyes shifted to someone coming out of her dorm room.
Clementine was walking in her passage. Maybe she was not getting along with her squad mates.
They were nice, but Joshua was in the squad. I remembered he kissed her, and it bothered me.
The man who had openly talked about not liking her, even hating her, kissing her was something I did not expect.
The same man who had said he would kill Clementine to make others feel the way he felt when his mate died.
Once again, his actions, like jumping into the water to save her, contradicted everything he said.
“We need to do something about him as well,” my wolf uttered, and I nodded.
“We need to do something about all of Clementine’s mates,” I corrected him.
I began to move down the passage, making sure nobody was watching.
It seemed Ms. Lenora and Mr. Rick had also gone to speak with Miss Rue because they were preparing for her departure.
So only the two toxic ones were going to be left behind.
As soon as I stepped down the red squad passage, Clementine noticed me.
“Hey,” she spoke softly, looking really distraught.
“Are you okay?” I asked as I reached her, gently touching her arm.
“Not really,” she replied, hugging herself. “I think I should speak with Ian.” She said it, and I gave her a nod, even though her words crushed me.
“He must have gone through something with Oriana ending up in the bathroom. There is no way he did it to make me angry. I do not know why I said it.” She sounded so understanding and reasonable.
“Hey, look at me,” I told her, touching her cheeks and cupping her face in my hand. “As your ex-best friend I laughed a little, because we did have good memories together. “I suggest you are right. You should speak with him. But do not worry, everything will be fine. It is just that in anger, he does some things. If you look past that, he really cares for you p>
I noticed Clementine’s eyes shine with a spark.
“You think so?” she asked, and I nodded.
“Besides, you are right. Maybe someone else planted Oriana in the bathroom with him p>
As soon as I said that, I saw her face show interest in what I had to tell her.
“But first, I think you need a hug. A friend’s hug,” I said, gently pulling her toward me.
I knew exactly why I was getting so close to her.
I could tell she did not even hug me back.
She kept her hands near her chest to avoid direct body contact.
But I pulled her in a way that would not make it obvious. Then I broke the hug but kept her face in my hands.
Behind me, I saw Ian walking down the passage. I guessed he had come to see her.
But when he saw us together, his steps slowed, then he began to hurry.
That was when I tilted my face in front of hers, giving the impression that we were kissing.
“Oh my God, you have an eyelash on your cheek.” I lied, leaning closer just to blow the air near her face.
The moment I did, Ian arrived and pushed me back from her so quickly that Clementine gasped.