He Could See My Comments, I Used Them To Tease Him Chapter 04

I turned my head and caught only Silas’s perfect profile.

For a second, I actually lost my focus.

Looking that good—honestly, it wasn’t my fault I was into him. He was the one doing the tempting.

The tense atmosphere seemed to ease up a little.

Word about Silas treating me to dessert spread fast.

Zora became even more convinced that I, the class tyrant, was bullying this sweet campus prince.

I started thinking things over.

It was true—aside from the food I wished for in the comments, Silas hadn’t actually asked me out. Not once.

Even when I dropped hints about the weekend, he didn’t bite.

So I opened the panel and started issuing orders again.

[It’s Friday. Why hasn’t Silas asked Yvette to the amusement park yet?]

[He’s been hovering around her all week; her affection’s through the roof. If he confessed his feelings, there’s no way she’d say no.]

[One word from him and she’ll hand him her whole heart!]

[I’m dying to see them all lovey-dovey after they get together—kissing, hugging, the works. Why isn’t anything happening? Get those dates going!]

A cup of pudding landed on my desk. His footsteps paused for a second, but he still didn’t say anything.

Watching his retreating figure, I pried open the pudding in frustration.

Fine. I’d admit it. He was more of a poser than I was.

If he didn’t confess his feelings by the end of the day, I’d say something first.

Anyone could see Silas treated me differently.

I’d spent this whole stretch of time brainwashing him into thinking I was his future wife, and clearly he’d started believing it.

This morning I was chatting with the boy in front of me and felt a chill creeping up from behind.

I turned around and met Silas’s dark, brooding stare.

My heart jumped for a second, then I almost wanted to laugh.

Zora cleared her throat. “Why do I get the feeling Silas looks like a jealous husband whose wife just ran off with someone else?”

Fair comparison, honestly.

I was almost certain now that Silas liked me.

I just didn’t get why he wasn’t saying anything.

The bell rang. My cheeks felt warm. I squeezed the pudding cup in my hand and mentally prepped Silas for what was coming.

[He keeps dragging his feet on confessing. Looks like she’s going to make the first move.]

Silas’s fingers paused mid-motion as he packed his things, his expression unreadable.

But he didn’t rush to leave. I figured that meant he was on board.

We both took our sweet time packing up, like two sloths in a contest to see who could move slower.

The classroom went quiet. Eventually it was just me and him left.

I hesitated a few seconds, watching him shove his test papers into his bag and pull them back out again.

After silently cursing him for being such a poser, I finally walked over.

His hands stilled completely. The air in the room felt intense all of a sudden.

My head was a mess. I walked forward with the pudding, hyping myself up the whole way.

Then my foot caught on something. Before I could catch myself, I stumbled forward.

I landed against a broad chest that smelled faintly clean, my mind blank, my heart pounding so loud I couldn’t tell if it was mine or his.

Before I could say a word, Silas jerked back a step.

It was unmistakably a gesture of rejection.