Insane

Chance

“Did you see them?”

“They were literally flirting in class earlier.”

“Raid Bennett is insane.”

“I would die if he looked at me like that.”

Lunch was somehow worse.

Everyone was staring at Selene and me immediately we walked in, and then the gossip started. Whom, by the way, I was angry at. Traitor.

“Girrl,” she squeaked as we stood in line. “Detention date?” Of course the people in front of us heard her crazy self.

“Shut up, Selene,” I hissed. “Oh, and I am very pissed at you.” I narrowed my eyes at her. She flipped me off.

“You will get over it. But seriously, Chancy, what the hell was that?” she demanded dramatically, putting her hands on her hips like a Mexican grandmother. “The touching, the notes, the smelling.”

I groaned when I heard giggles from the girls behind us. “Stop making it worse than it already is.”

“Please, it’s already worse. Raid was flirting with you in chemistry. CHEMISTRY. Nobody can survive that. Are you okay? Do you need to see a doctor?”

After filling my tray, I walked away from her before I accidentally stabbed her with a plastic knife. I was internally praying for Raid to miss lunch. Or choke. Or disappear. Anything, honestly.

“Too late,” Selene sang beside me.

My stomach dropped.

I looked up and immediately regretted it.

Raid was sitting at the center table with the rest of the hockey team like some stupid king addressing his council. Julian sat beside him laughing at something Cass said while the rest of them argued loudly over fries and wings.

And of course, the second Raid saw me, his entire face lit up. Oh no.

“Nope,” I muttered, turning quickly. “Absolutely not.”

I spun around so fast my fries nearly flew off my tray.

“Chance!” Selene whisper-screamed, grabbing my arm while laughing. “He saw you.”

“I do not care.”

“You should. He’s coming over here.”

I froze.

I could hear his heavy footsteps approaching from behind us, followed by whistles from nearby tables. My entire body tensed before his voice hit my ear.

“Running from me already, sweet cheeks?”

God. Why did his voice sound like that? I turned slowly and nearly forgot how to breathe.

Raid stood there in his Ashford hockey hoodie with messy blond hair and that arrogant smirk permanently attached to his stupid handsome face. One hand tucked lazily into his pocket while the other reached for my tray like he had every right to touch my stuff.

“Raid,” I said flatly.

“Chance,” he mocked back with a grin.

Selene looked seconds away from ascending into heaven.

“You’re sitting with us,” he said casually.

“No, I’m not.”

“Yes, you are.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Raid- ”

Before I could finish, he took my tray out of my hands and started walking away with it.

I stared at him in disbelief.

“Oh my God,” I whispered.

Selene grabbed my arm excitedly. “This is literally enemies to lovers.”

“This is kidnapping.”

“Same thing.”

I glared at her before stomping after him.

The entire cafeteria watched us walk toward the hockey table. I could literally feel eyes burning holes into my back. Some girls looked jealous. Others looked horrified for me.

Raid sat down lazily before placing my tray directly beside his. Which meant there was only one seat left. Next to him. Of course.

“You planned this,” I accused quietly.

He smirked, bringing his face close to mine. “Finally, you’re catching on.”

I wanted to throw my juice at him. Instead, I sat down stiffly while Selene practically floated into the seat beside Julian.

“Hi,” Julian said smoothly, staring at her with mischief. Oh, he is definitely friends with the devil close to me.

Selene almost choked on oxygen.

“Hi,” she squeaked back, suddenly fixing her hair, looking shy. Selene is never shy. I rolled my eyes, of course she has a thing for him.

Traitor.

“You nervous?” Raid asked beside me, reaching up to push my hair behind my ear. I flinched and pulled away, hoping my face wasn't looking like tomatoes. I hate him.

“No.”

“You’re gripping your fork like a weapon.” He was right.

“Maybe because I plan on stabbing you with it.”

“That’s hot.”

Cass gagged dramatically across the table. “Please stop flirting before I lose my appetite.”

“You never had an appetite,” Julian said dryly. Cassian threw his fry at him while Julian showed his middle finger.

Raid ignored them completely. His attention stayed fully on me like nobody else existed at the table.

Which honestly made everything worse.

“Eat,” he said suddenly, sliding fries onto my tray.

“I can feed myself.” My heart was about to run out of my chest.

“Hm.” He tilted his head. “You sure?”

I narrowed my eyes suspiciously. “What does that mean?”

Instead of answering, he picked up one fry and held it near my mouth. The entire table went silent.

Absolutely not.

“Raid,” I whispered, looking around and behold everyone, I mean everyone, was staring at us. Jesus. He will be the death of me.

“Open your mouth.” I stared at him like he had lost his damn mind. “You cannot be serious.” I was so close to passing out.

“Very serious.”

The guys started laughing while Selene looked ready to faint again.

“Oh my God,” she whispered to Julian. “I love them.”

I wanted to die.

“People are staring,” I muttered through clenched teeth.

Raid looked around casually. “Let them.”

Then he pushed the fry lightly against my lips. Heat rushed straight to my face.

“Eat the fry, Monroe,” Cass laughed.

“Or kiss him again,” another teammate added.

The entire table erupted.

Mortified, I snatched the fry from Raid’s fingers and shoved it into my mouth aggressively.

Raid looked way too pleased with himself.

“There,” he said smugly. “Good girl.”

My soul left my body. Selene slammed both hands over her mouth to stop herself from screaming.

“Oh, he’s insane insane,” she whispered loudly.

Raid only grinned wider while I contemplated homicide.