“Clarke!”
I’d just left the library. We researched for a few more hours, but I was tired and that headache never left. It only got worse, and Shay was coming after me now. He called again, “Kennedy!”
I stopped and turned around. My bag fell off my shoulder, catching on my elbow with a thump before it could fall to the ground. “I’m tired, Shay. I just want to go back to my dorm.”
He slowed his pace, sliding his hands into his pockets as he drew near. “You were quiet after your brother left.”
“You don’t have to do this.” I didn’t want this. “We’re not dating.”
His eyes narrowed, and he tilted his head to the side. “This is called human decency. I still did stuff like this when we weren’t sleeping together, remember?”
“See.” I pointed to my face. “This i***t here is being bitchy to the
