Chapter 43: Hunter

"Catch you on the field, Price," Sam says, giving me a fist bump as we part ways.

I quickly jog up the wide stone steps of Hastings Hall before finding the room for health. My body goes on high alert the moment I stroll through the door. Without glancing around, I already know Skye has beaten me here. The tiny hairs at the back of my neck rise.

It sucks to be so attuned to her presence.

As I slide onto my seat, I resist the temptation to turn around and look her way. Instead, I pull out my book and notepad. Then I sit back and tap my fingers on my desk and wonder when Bennet is going to begin class. I glance at the clock on the wall, and the chick next to me smiles. I should be all over that, but the truth of the matter is that I have zero interest. Skye is the only girl I want.

One hundred and sixty-two seconds is exactly how long I'm able to resist the urge before swiveling in her direction. I can't not look at her. She's like a fucking drug pumping through my system. How