When Perfect Meets Crazy novel Chapter 34

It wasn’t the first time Ian was showing up unannounced at my school. While I wasn’t as surprised as the first time, I was just as irritated. Maybe even more so considering the fact that he was drawing a lot more curious gazes this time as he causally lounged against my car with his jacket hanging jauntily over his shoulder like there was a hidden film crew secretly taping the event. That and the fact that I hadn’t ditched my friends yet annoyed me to no end.

He couldn’t have picked a worse day to show up. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking post last night’s confession but in my book, he was still a dirty secret I needed to hide. Showing up unannounced at my school with Claire out for blood was one hundred percent unacceptable.

The girls started walking in his direction before I even took a step forward.

I scowled and quickened my pace, getting to him just a few moments before they did.

“I told you to wait at home!” I hissed quietly.

“You always go directly to your job. I figured I’d better meet you here,” he whispered back just as the girls came to stop behind me.

I shot him a look that made it clear I wasn’t a fan of his idea before pasting an amicable smile on my face. I turned to face my friends so Ian and I were standing next to each other, facing them.

“Guys, this is Mask-- Ian.” My smile felt like more teeth than lips but with their attention firmly fixed on Ian, they didn’t notice. They didn’t even catch the blunder I almost made saying his name. “Ian, my classmates. Mae. Claire. Tony. Bailey. Cara.”

“Hello.” Claire led the coop, an angelic smile on her face.

“Hey.” Ian nodded.

“You’re picking Avy up?” she asked innocently.

I managed to refrain from scowling but I didn’t buy her act one bit.

“Uhmm,” he hinged, looking for me to help.

Keeping my expression neutral became so much harder.

I couldn’t communicate to him that it was a question that required a lie. Not with Claire’s hawk-like gaze trained on me, waiting for any slip-ups. Any tells. If I so much as glanced at Ian, she would know something was up, that I had something to hide so, I kept my gaze on the others and prayed he would be smart enough -for the first time ever- to come up with an acceptable response on his own.

“Yeah, I guess.” He shrugged when no help came from me.

It took all my willpower not to slap a hand against my forehead in exasperation. His response would have Claire panting for more.

“Really?” She beamed, eyes narrowing imperceptibly.

“Yeah, I need her help with something. She’s the smartest person I know,” he embellished, then threw in a shrug at the end like it was supposed to be common knowledge.

I exhaled a breath as quietly, the tension in my shoulders fading away. A smile was easy to drum up now.

“Real smart.” Claire smiled tightly.

I was the only one who caught the annoyed glint in her eyes.

“Well, we have to go. See you girls tomorrow.” I feigned disappointment, hurriedly herding Ian into the car.

We couldn’t get away fast enough.

Glancing at his profile, I said, “Tammy did a good job with your makeup. What lie did you feed her?”

He sighed, gingerly touching his expertly concealed black eye.

“Kick boxing. Told her my dad was in a foul mood.’

“We might make a liar of you yet.” I flashed him an approving smile.

He shrugged self-consciously, his neck turning a light shade of red. It informed me he’d never be a good liar. How Tammy bought his lie was beyond me. Body language was his biggest tell.

“What was that just now, by the way?” he inquired. “That girl. It felt like she was fishing for something.”

“Claire is always fishing.” I shrugged, keeping my face blank. “You did good though.”

“Yeah?” He flashed me a boyish grin that had me rolling my eyes.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself there, Bucky.”

A reluctant smile tugged at my lips as I glanced at him.

“If she’s your friend, why was she acting that way?” he asked after a beat.

I took my eyes off the road for a second, glanced at him, then sighed.

“It’s complicated. We’re not friends but we are not exactly enemies. Well,” I frowned, unconsciously tightening my grip on the steering, “I don’t think of her as an enemy but I wouldn’t call her a friend. An irritation, yes. An annoyance, yes but we’re too passive for actual enemy status. It’s more that we just have the same group of friends and are mature enough to keep our differences to ourselves.”