35. king
CHAPTER 35
KING
THE NOTHINGNESS
Willow left the comms building, and with each passing minute, it was harder and harder to pretend like I wasn’t waiting for her to come back. I hung outside our next class and craned my neck every time the door opened.
Finally .
She walked through and my eyes dropped to my phone. There she was. No doubt, she would pass her backpack to me, or bark an order, or tell me to drop and give her twenty. All I had to do was count the seconds.
But she breezed past with Elijah.
I stood there, frozen.
What was that?
Willow didn’t say anything to me. And when I walked inside, both of them were sitting in the very back.
I lingered, confused, until our professor came in, then I took one of the other seats, glancing over my shoulder.
Not even a look my way. Willow kept talking to Elijah like nothing happened. Wasn’t she going to fuck with my head and make me regret everything? Did I somehow hallucinate all of that?
No, she broke into my stash of photos. I had the evidence. They were in our text messages, pictures of her at the training center, her legs crossed, a breathtaking smile on her lips. Photos of her sitting on a bar stool, talking to someone before she was supposed to go up on stage, one of her at a bus stop, slipping her headphones out of her backpack. All of it, evidence. Never in a million years would I have sent this shit to her.
It happened.
So…?
Why is she ignoring me?
I stole another glance over my shoulder. Couldn't she feel my eyes on her? If she just looked at me, even if she was pissed off, that'd be something. The nothingness was driving me crazy.
How do I get her attention?
I elbowed my water bottle off my desk. Stainless steel, sixty-four ounces, it sounded like a bomb when it hit the floor, but when I turned back, she was the only one in class who didn’t stare.
She didn’t even acknowledge my existence.