I was almost to the door where the class was held when an arm grabbed me around my middle, stopping me. Its owner ran their nose along my neck. “Keelan,” I said, giggling, because there was no way this was Knox. “We’re going to be late.” “Who’s Keelan?” a familiar voice whispered into my ear. Jacob. I dropped my water bottle and tried to get out of his hold. He wrapped his other arm over the top of my arms and lifted me off the ground, carrying me down the hall that led to more classrooms and out of sight. “Help!” I screamed before he covered my mouth. He chuckled next to my ear. “It looks
...more
