THIRTY ONE

JORDAN

I couldn't help but smirk as I watched Nora frantically try to put her phone away. She thought she was being so sly, but I had seen the flash from her camera. I snatched the phone from her hand and stared at the image on the screen.

It was a photo of me, taken without my consent. My face darkened, but I kept my expression neutral. I handed the phone back to her, my gaze steely.

"You shouldn't take photos of people without their permission, it’s a violation of privacy." Was all I said even though I so much would like to delete it, I didn’t. That would be the first photo of me I’ve ever seen; the exact reason I shouldn’t have left it off the hook.

I could tell Nora was about to protest, but before she could say a word, I got up and started to walk out of the classroom. I didn't want to hear any of her excuses. I knew what she had done was wrong, and I didn't need to hear her try to defend herself.

I put my hand in my jacket pocket, my heart humming silently from the adrenalin