but why here?
Genre: MM Romance
Publisher: Troll River Publications
Publication Date: March 31, 2017
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Sighing, I pocketed my wire cutters, turned down the hall and went to my classroom. Mr. Goyas brightened my dismay. I wasn’t looking forward to homeroom. The reason—Itsuma Karter. My personal hellion and troublemaker, class clown, ring leader, jailbait agitator. Well, he was technically legal, but trouble all the same.
The bell rang and Itsuma strolled in like a tomcat who’d been laid the night before. Jealous much? I sighed.
Itsuma was wearing his infuriating iPod earplugs while in class. Again. For the past week I’d been asking him to leave the MP3 player in his bag. School rules dictated that any devices were to be shut off during school hours. I was within my rights to yell at him for breaking the policy, but I didn’t care during homeroom, usually.
Smoothing down my imperial mustache, I started roll call.
“Lori Rogers,” I said.
I went down, concentrating on the list. Granted, I must have sounded like a bored baby sitter, but the difference between here and university was a world of difference. Especially in student attitude. College at least had some students with a semblance of paying attention.
“Itsuma Karter,” I said.
I kept my eyes on the roster, trying not to lose my place on the list. I wasn’t great at names and faces. Something I was trying to work on.
No answer. I looked up. Itsuma’s hand was propped under his chin while he stared out the window.
Damn it. Yes, I knew he was here. Yes, I should let it go. But the blatant disrespect made my shit flip. “Itsuma?” Just fucking answer.
Across the way, in the seat next to him, Scott Cooper waved at his classmate, trying to gain his attention. Itsuma even ignored his friend. That was it. Who did he think he was? Why the fuck was it so hard to just respond to a roll call? Hell, right now, I’d even take an “up yours” as an answer. And I hated losing my place on the roster.
“Itsuma!” Standing up, I rounded my desk, put my hands in my pockets and made my way towards my problem child. Students leaned away from me as I barreled down the aisle.
iPod in hand, Itsuma continued to stare outside, acting like he didn’t see me. If he thought he could act like a prick and then turn innocent and gracious like he did yesterday, he was in for a surprise.
I pulled the wire cutters out of my pocket, snipped the cord and snatched the MP3 player out of his hand.
Itsuma jerked his head, and in that split-second I saw the molten hate within his pupils. I expected him to scream back, call me nasty names and threaten me with bodily harm. He did nothing but sit there. The darkness in his expression chilled. Fast as a flick he smiled like everything was okay.
“Itsuma Karter,” I said. “At least respond to your name.”
“Yes, Mr. Reis. Sorry about that.” Itsuma batted his eyelashes.
Not buying it. His blasé faire attitude made me want to smack him. Was he just going to pretend everything was hunky-dory even though I’d annihilated his personal property? The school allowed confiscating electronic items. Destroying them—not so much.
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