Angel still didn’t look up when he heard her response. He tapped his bookmark against his chin, seated in the same position she was sans guitar. “Another quick tip: looking and staring are two different things.” He checked her out with his peripherals before turning his head to fully face her.
“Look at you, the day has just barely started and you’ve already learned two new things. Isn’t that exciting?” You’d think he was genuinely happy for her development had it not been for the deadpan a moment later.
What an arrogant ass-hat, Zoey thought with a heavy roll of her eyes, ignoring his comment and reaching a hand down to play with the strings tunelessly. Where was her self-designated pack when she needed company? Why the hell weren’t they available at a time like this? Oh, right, she remembered, They belong to some of the most influential families on campus and are therefore more likely to be subjected to random meetings whenever and wherever.
“Look here, dickwad. I pay to be educated by professionals, so anything you say is just going to go over my head.” She said, letting herself meet his gaze briefly, adding in a sarcastic smile for effect before turning away again. “Don’t go wasting your breath, now. I hear that’s how you die.”