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Chapter 12
The air left my lungs in a whopping rush. I could scarcely believe what I had heard.
Calax? And Elena?
No, that couldn’t be true. I tried to picture it, tried to picture Calax cupping Elena’s face as he had done so often with mine, but the image made me a little nauseous. I told myself the turmoil of emotion raging inside of me was pity for Elena and nothing more.
Why did it feel like my chest was tightening? Why did I have the sudden, irresistible urge to claw Elena’s eyes out?
I knew the name of the emotion, but I refused to accept it. No, I was not the type of person to be jealous, especially over activities Calax may or may not have partaken in. The spastic, frantic energy I felt dissipated leaving me with only confusion.
“Shut it, Elena,” Calax hissed. He took a step closer to me, and Elena’s smile grew. She knew she had hurt me, and she relished in it. That...that...bitch!
“Good observational skills,” Ronan muttered. I pinched his cheek.
“Shush.”
“Don’t listen to her. She’s desperate for attention,” Declan signed, making me chuckle. Elena’s hair whipped in her face as she turned to glare at him before turning back towards me.
“What’s he saying?”
“You’re so ‘in love’ with him, and you didn’t even bother to learn sign language?” I asked, smirking. How could she not be willing? Wouldn’t you do anything, cross any oceans, for the people you loved? What she felt for these boys, I realized, wasn’t love but infatuation. She was like me in that aspect: clueless of whatlove actuallywas.
“Whatever.” Elena rolled her eyes as if a language barrier was only a minor inconvenience in a relationship. And then she glared at me. Again. Because apparently it was my fault the boys brushed her off.
Maybe I was wrong. Maybemean girlswere not as fun as I originally thought. Didn’t, in the movies, they get hit by a bus or something?
Well, I didn’t see any buses barreling towards Elena.
“Hey, I know this girl!” Another pig screeched. Excuse me, ‘teenage girl said’. This girl looked familiar though her name escaped me. Considering I only knew a few people, that was a surprise.
I guess she hadn’t been very memorable.
Ronan snorted beneath me.
“Bikini girl,” he supplied.
“Onebikinior ten?” I had to ask the serious questions here. Apparently, the number of bikinis you had determined the importance of a person.
“She was the one who had ten.”
“The leather one...”
“The glass one...”
“She only wears the glass one in the sunlight. So it reflects,” I murmured. “And only when she does activities and hobbies.”
“Because she has interests.”
The new girl, whose name I still couldn’t remember, looked back and forth between the two of us, obviously unable to hear the conversation and seemed pissed by that prospect. I didn’t know why her panties were in such a twist. If I remembered correctly, she had been looking for Ryder, not Ronan.
I wasn’t riding Ryder currently.
Hmmm. That was both a pun and a sex joke. I had to remember to recycle that one.
“Ronan, baby, what are you doing?” Bikini asked.
Baby?
