But there wasn’t time for that now. The classroom doors locked on the hour. Though it wasn’t something she had really
Halfway out of bed, Irene paused. A jolt of panic sent her almost flying out of bed.
There was no room in her schedule for studying for yet another final. If it had an exam, she’d have to reorganize everything. She needed to ask Catherine or Eva as soon as she could.
Irene swung open her dormitory. In her haste, she almost ran face-first into Jordan’s raised fist.
He took a step back, blinking in surprise. “I didn’t even get to knock,” he said, moving his raised hand to brush back a lock of hair.
“Sorry,” Irene mumbled, averting her eyes to one side to avoid looking him in the eye. If there was one thing diablery class was good at, it was making her feel guilty. “I was just on my way to find Eva. Did you need something?”
“Thought you were afraid of Eva,” Jordan said, leaning against the door frame with a joking smile. “Or Arachne, at least. You’ve sure been spending a lot of time with them lately despite that.”
“I’m not afraid of them.” Irene stamped her foot down. “I just… didn’t understand.”
“What changed?”
“Well, she did at least help to save me during that thing,” Irene shuddered slightly at the memory. “I figured I should give her the time of day once in a while. Turns out, we actually have a lot in common.”
That was lying through her teeth.
Crossing her arms, Irene glared at Jordan. “What’s it to you, anyway?”
“Nothing,” he said, holding up a hand. “But speaking of changes, have you seen Shelby around?”
“Not in the last hour or two. I think she has been getting extra tutoring from Professor Carr. Why?”
“It used to be that I could speak at all kinds of odd hours during the day, and she, being always at my side, would hear. That’s not the case so much anymore.”
“Aww,” Irene mock cooed. “You miss my sister?”
This time it was Jordan’s turn to avert his eyes as a light blush surfaced on his cheeks. “I wouldn’t put it in those exact words.”
“I’m sure she would be delighted to hear it.” Irene shuffled past Jordan, shutting the door to her dorm room behind her. “But you’ll have to tell her in person when you next see her. As I said, I’ve a meeting with Eva to get to.”
“Ah, of course,” he said, suddenly looking downtrodden as he stepped aside.
To Irene’s great chagrin, Jordan did not decide to wander off. He ran up alongside Irene and kept pace.
Irene chose to ignore him as much as possible in hopes that he might head off and find something else to do. Something that wasn’t following her all the way to a classroom he couldn’t enter without causing a lot of trouble.
Her efforts were all for naught. Jordan stuck by her side.
Irene was going over excuses to leave him in her head, but wasn’t coming up with anything halfway decent. By the time they hit the ground floor, he was still at her side.
“So, going to be doing anything fun?”
Irene jolted at the sudden attention. Entirely misplaced guilt was making her nervous. There was absolutely no reason to feel like she was doing anything wrong. If anything,
It didn’t help that she was absolutely forbidden from mentioning anything real, despite the fact that Jordan was probably the one person she should be talking with. Or at least, the one person who wouldn’t judge her.
“Nothing,” Irene said, feeling as lame as her one word response.
“Nothing huh?” Jordan allowed a coy smile to slip onto his lips. “No visits to the hot springs in the nude?”
Fire burned in Irene’s cheeks as she whipped her head around to her insolent friend. “Of course not. Nothing means nothing.”
“Hmm? Well,” he cocked his head from one side to the other, “I just worry that you might be being forced into doing things you don’t want to. You’ve had fairly vocal ahh…
Irene fell silent. He wasn’t exactly wrong.
Though it had been Catherine who dragged her into this, rather than Eva.
In the end, Irene had been the one to read and sign the contract. Nothing had forced her into that.
“No,” Irene eventually answered. “I’m doing this because I want to do this.”
Jordan hummed again, capping it with a small sigh. “And this thing that you want to do is nothing?”
“It is,” Irene said, keeping her voice firm. “Now, if you’ll excuse me.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Jordan waved her off, stopping just inside the dormitory entryway. “Just don’t become a stranger.”
“I’ll try not to.” With a small smile, Irene waved a farewell.
It was a quick trip to the main school building and, from there, a quicker trip to the class room.
