#Chapter115
He looked them over; his eyes wide when he saw what had come flooding from my gym bag.
/"Aniyah-/"
/"Can I have my things?/" I kept my eyes on the items he had clutched between his fingers.
/"What the-/"
I snatched my book and the piece of wood. Stuffing them beneath my change of clothing, I rushed out of the changing room, ignoring his voice that continued to call my name...
JESS POV_
I waited. I waited some more. I glanced back toward the gym doors, waiting for Aniyah to emerge. My feet kicked up on the dash, I pulled out my phone to shoot Brent a text.
-We need to talk later.
I received a message in return.
-What did I do?
My eyes rolled at his assumption that he was in trouble.
-Nothing!
The passenger door swung open. I stuffed my phone into my pocket right before Aniyah sat down.
/"Are you okay? Where the hell is your bag?/" I asked when I saw the balled up clothing in her arms.
