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“What? At least we get to skip seventh period.”
“I’m this way, guys. I’ll see you later.” Brielle throws up a wave as she veers right, heading toward her locker, which is on the opposite side of the school from mine and Pierce’s.
“Bye,” I call after her before turning my attention forward. “I really like her.”
“Yeah, Brielle is good people. Not the best girlfriend, though.” He smiles when my shocked gaze swings his way.
“You guys dated?”
“For six months, sophomore year. It was a disaster. She’s kind of a jealous person, and that’s when I was trying to figure out who I was. Needless to say, I gave her a lot of reasons to be jealous.”
“Sounds to me like maybe you weren’t the best boyfriend.” I shake my head at him.
“Yeah, I guess you got me there.” He slows, stopping next to my locker. “So, have you spoken with Zayden at all?” He crosses his arms in front of his chest and leans against the locker to the right of mine.
“No, and I don’t plan to either,” I tell him, working the combination to my lock—which thankfully clicks open on the first try.
“I still can’t believe what you told me yesterday.”
“Which part?” I give him an annoyed look. “The part where he told me he didn’t like me, or the part after that when he kissed me?”
“The kissing part. Definitely the kissing part.” He smiles.
“We’ve been through this already. He did it to mess with me.” I grab a book from my locker before pushing it closed.
“The first time, maybe. But then again in the hallway where anyone could see? I don’t know. I’m not convinced.”
I turn, weaving through other students to follow Pierce a few feet to where his locker sits on the opposite side of the hallway.
“Did you not see what just happened in the cafeteria?”
“What do you mean?” He pretends to not know what I’m talking about.
“Um, Tiffany practically riding his lap.”
“That’s Tiffany. That girl wouldn’t know what to do if she wasn’t throwing herself at Zayden every chance she got. Trust me, he doesn’t want her. If he did, he wouldn’t be such a dick to her.”
“As opposed to the way he treats me.” I give him a funny look. “Your logic doesn’t make much sense.” I watch him grab a few things out of his locker before closing it and turning toward me.
“It’s not so much about how he treats you. It’s more about how he looks at you.”
“And how does he look at me?”
“Like that.” He gestures behind me with a slight nod of his head.
I turn and see Zayden closing in on us, his gaze locked directly on me. My heart instantly picks up speed as a wave of nervous energy runs through me.
“We need to talk.” Zayden stops directly in front of me. “Alone.” The word is clearly aimed at Pierce.
“Yeah, uh, I… I’ll see you later,” Pierce mutters before quickly sliding past me.
“What do you w
ant, Zayden?” I try to act as uninterested as possible as I turn and start heading in the direction of my next class.
“Oliver’s up to something.” He easily keeps up with my quick pace.
“And…? That’s different from every other day how?”
