Chapter 73

Violet’s P.O.V.

“Insufferable, ignorant, brutish…” I snatched my Mary Jane’s off the floor and shoved my feet into them, then grabbed my blazer and forced my arms into the tangled sleeves. “…no good, disrespectful—”

“Those are a lot of adjectives.”

I spun around, slapping a hand to my chest as Hael’s voice came from out of nowhere. The asshole in question leaned against the doorframe like he had nothing better to do, which he probably didn’t considering he was severely lacking in the friend department.

He changed faster than I thought possible, wearing a fitted t-shirt that made my mouth go dry. It had the University’s crest embroidered on the front and fit him like a glove. It was a damn shame he had the personality of stale bread because those arms were easily drool worthy.

Why the hell did my mate have to look like every grisly bad-boy I’d ever read about? Lucky for me, he had the attitude to match.

‘Next time he lays his hands on us, we can bite them.’ Lacey suggested.

I bit back