knows how that will end,” he grunted.
“Well, thank you,” said Clarissa bitterly.
“Blake is right,” I said. “Look at him. No offens e, but I see no threat there and I'm sure neither will Adam. And that, my brothers, will make Blake very dangerous.”
Everyone stared at Blake. He tru ly looked like Clarissa's class mate. He was so average with his lanky shoulders and narrow arms and he actually had a few pimples on his face. Even I was bemused.
“I don't think we have any other options or do some of you have opposing opinions?” I sighed and went next to Blake.
The males grouched silently, but they didn't dare say a word. They knew I was right, though they also knew this was Blake's shot at plotting himself close to Clarissa. But as they didn't have any better solution, they had to settle for this one.
“It's a deal then,” confirmed David .
The others nodded reluctantly and Blake smirked so triumphantly that I was not sure this was the right choice after all. Had we just let the fox into the hen house?
CHAPTER 5
Clarissa
Clarissa ran into the class room at exactly the same minute the school bell rang and announced the start of the class . She quickly loosened her scarf and shook some last remnants of sleet from her coat. She lifted her eyes and searched for her friends amongst h er other class chums. S he dropped her backpack to the floor in shock . Her frostbitten cheeks blushed some more and she felt like she was going to choke. An illness in her stomach was about to spew her breakfast to the class room floor.
Brianna, one of her best friends, was sitting o n Adam's table and nearly melting in his arms. Adam seemed to be very interested in her generous neckline and didn't seem to notice that Clarissa had come to class. Well, he sure hadn't wasted his time, she thought bitterly. She rais ed her hands to her neck and gasped, stunned. So, this is what Adam had meant. She had to stand this every day until Adam got bored of this game and returned to Norway. She could stand this, no problem, but today this was too much. Today she would go back home and she would snuggle in her bed to mourn. She would mourn her loss of Adam and she would allow herself to roll in self pity, but tomorrow she would confront Adam with her head up and she would n’t care less what he did. Clarissa picked up her backpack and turned as if in a trance.
“Miss Stewart, please be so kind as to go to your place. In case you haven't noticed, this math class started three minutes ago,” said her teacher, Mrs. Kent , and looked at her strictly.
Clarissa couldn't answer. She just stood in the middle of the class and gasped. Adam glanced at her lazily and turned his gaze back to the treasures that were hidden under Brianna's shirt. Clarissa's gaze was locked at Adam and she felt so betrayed. She knew of course that Adam was hurt ing her on purpose, but she couldn't understand how he was capable of this kind of cruelty. It was only yesterday that she had felt his fingers on her body and his lips on hers and now he was groping one of her friends without a thought for Clarissa. So gross! Clarissa's stomach seemed to turn around again and she pressed her hand to her mouth. Luckily, Stella saw her emergency and saved her. She took Clarissa's hand and pulled her gently with her to the chairs that were at the back of the classroom.
“Don't look,” she spluttered.
But Clarissa couldn't help herself . W hen she looked again she saw Brianna sitting on her own chair, but so close to Adam that there was no room for a ruler or anything. Brianna sta red at Adam, enchanted, but he didn't seem to notice her. When Clarissa passed Adam, he looked straight at her glassy eyes and a slow, slanting smile expanded his face. Clarissa went pale as the driven snow and lurched.
“Bastard,” she snapped at Adam.
“Well thank you,” he replied overly polite.
“Don't mind him,” whispered Stella and tweaked Clarissa to her seat. However,