"It's all your fault." I grumbled, sitting down on the desk, beside Harris. His dark gaze narrowed at my accusation, turning slightly around to shoot me one of his infamous looks. His jaw locked in annoyance and his lips pulled down in a frown.
"My fault? This is my fault, Burton?" He asked, his voice low and dangerous. The fire in his eyes flared and I almost gulped before I straightened my spine, glaring back at him.
"Of course, it is. What were you doing in the classroom at this time, Harris? We are locked in here because of you." His left brow shot up almost in challenge as he leaned a little closer, fanning my face with his minty breath. "And why did you follow me in the classroom then? I didn't ask you, Burton. You followed me inside, willingly."
I froze at his words. But reall
