Paradox (Unearthly Paradox Series Book 1)

Chapter 17

                 

Jett must've made over a hundred road violations just to get me to school on time. Never had I been so self-conscious on my walk from the parking bay to my class. Jett had his arm wrapped around my waist and insisted I do the same to avoid face- or ass-planting. I had only agreed because I hadn't walked that far since I was injured and very well could've faltered and ended up on my ass. Well, that was what I kept telling myself. The fact that I could finally touch the body I'd admired all weekend really had nothing to do with it—yeah, right!

Everyone stared at us as if Jett was a celebrity and I was someone from another planet who had no right to be standing beside him. Wanting to crawl under a rock and hide, I walked with Jett all the way to my classroom.

Because we had somehow arrived before the bell, the door was locked. Twenty-five of my classmates were standing around staring at us. It didn't help that my bag was slung over Jett's shoulder—another thing he had insisted on. Jett pulled me over to a spot against the wall and turned me in his arms so we were facing each other like a couple.

"What are you doing?" I whispered.

"I think there will be less questions if they think we've got a thing going on." He shrugged and added, "Or you could just explain to everyone that you were shot on Friday night and I'm helping you get to your classes. Of course, then the teachers will find out, and they'll probably call your dad and—"

"Okay, okay. I get it."

He brushed a lock of my hair behind my ear, making me suck in a sharp breath.

He bent his head and whispered, "Unless you want to tell everyone the truth, then I suggest you stop acting like this is the first time I've touched you."

I was saved from responding by the teacher's arrival.

Mr. Harvey unlocked the door. "I hope everyone prepared over the weekend for the exam." He walked into the classroom.

Nobody followed. They just continued to watch us. Ignoring the gawking, Jett walked me inside and helped me to my seat.

Mr. Harvey took off his glasses and looked at Jett. "Mr. Lomazzo, may I remind you that you no longer go to this school. Therefore you should not be in this class."

Lomazzo? Where had I heard... "Oh shit." I remembered Jett saying that Nurse Lomazzo had been the one to change me out of my bloodstained clothes.

Jett whispered, "Now be a good girl for Nurse Lomazzo." He kissed the side of my head then moved toward the door.

I vaguely heard him say something to Mr. Harvey, but I didn't care. I was too busy thinking about the fact that Jett had been the one to take off my pants. Oh my God! I thought I was going to die from embarrassment.

When the rest of the class came in and settled down, Mr. Harvey blabbed on about something then handed out the test papers. I tried to concentrate on the problems, but the test may as well have been in a different language. All I could think about was how much Jett had seen of my body while I was unconscious. I didn't know how I was ever going to look him in the eye again—other than to slap him.

Mr. Harvey walked to the board and wrote: 15 Minutes Left.

I rubbed my eyes then tried to read the first question. I had to read it three times before it made sense. After that, I raced through the questions as fast as I could.

I was about halfway through when Mr. Harvey stood and said, "Time's up. I want everyone to put your pens down, turn your paper over, and leave the room."