For Sebastian, all the signs would be there--the way she walked stiffly down the steps, her arms wrapped around her books and her chin high. The way her eyes were like ice even as she stalked past a frustrated looking instructor. The way she didn't say a word as she slid into the backseat. No doubt there was at least one note tucked away in her bag, quietly and carefully describing the behavior of one Becky Moriarty for the day.
She was tired. She was mad (even if she couldn't have said at exactly who or why).
But she'd never doubted that Sebastian would be there to pick her up. He always was.
Her appearance was impeccable. Her hair was split into two neat braids, and her uniform perfectly pressed. If James hadn't made sure of it himself, he'd at least taken the time to make sure somebody else did...though whether that was out of affection for the girl or out of his own need to keep up appearances was anyone's guess.
Crossing her legs at the ankles, she hugged her backpack to her chest like a security blanket and glared up at the rear view mirror.]
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For Sebastian, all the signs would be there--the way she walked stiffly down the steps, her arms wrapped around her books and her chin high. The way her eyes were like ice even as she stalked past a frustrated looking instructor. The way she didn't say a word as she slid into the backseat. No doubt there was at least one note tucked away in her bag, quietly and carefully describing the behavior of one Becky Moriarty for the day.
She was tired. She was mad (even if she couldn't have said at exactly who or why).
But she'd never doubted that Sebastian would be there to pick her up. He always was.
Her appearance was impeccable. Her hair was split into two neat braids, and her uniform perfectly pressed. If James hadn't made sure of it himself, he'd at least taken the time to make sure somebody else did...though whether that was out of affection for the girl or out of his own need to keep up appearances was anyone's guess.
Crossing her legs at the ankles, she hugged her backpack to her chest like a security blanket and glared up at the rear view mirror.]