CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
DEVIL’S INCARNATE
THEO’S POV
I’m leaning against the lockers, arms crossed, trying to look half as chill as I don’t feel. Mateo and Brian are beside me, both acting like they didn’t spend the weekend blowing up my phone for updates.
“So?” Mateo nudges me with his elbow. “You’re suspiciously quiet today.”
I arch a brow. “It’s 7:52 a.m., Mateo. I think I’m allowed to be quiet.”
Brian scoffs. “Cut the act. We want to know what happened with Amber.”
“Yeah,” Mateo adds. “Did you finally ask her out or did you two just make more emotionally repressed eye contact while listening to sad indie music in your car?”
I shake my head, smirking despite myself. “We talked. Got milkshakes. Drove around.”
“Drove around?” Brian repeats like I’ve personally offended him. “This isn
