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Chapter 22
Eric, 22 years old
Seville, Spain
Four years later
On my way back, it began pouring outside. It was so bad, my windows fogged up and I cranked up the AC.
Because of this, I didn’t see the crazy woman running on the road until I almost ran her over.
“OH SHIT!” I shouted as I slammed on the brakes and prayed the rental SUV didn’t flip over.
“Fuck, are you all right?” My heart was beating a hundred miles a second. The minute the thing calmed down, however, I got pissed.
“Why the hell are you running down the road, lady? Didn’t your momma give you enough sense to get out of the rain?” I was rolling down my window as I screamed this, only to have the woman slam into my door.
I blinked, confused.
When I saw who it was, my confusion grew even more.
“Eric?” Saskia Kir asked in complete shock as we stared at each other.
The wide smile I gave her was genuine. I liked Baby Winthrop’s girl. She was cute, feisty, and her comebacks were pretty funny.
But the happiness I felt had nothing to do with her, and everything to do with the tiny woman giving me a death glare.
“Hello, Beautiful. Long time no see.”
“What are you doing here?” Sass inquired.
“Well, I could ask you the same thing, but how about coming into the car before you give me what I’m sure will be one interesting story.”
Even though I wanted to stare at my girl, my gaze never wavered from Sass.
“Thank you so much, Eric,” a pretty blond piped in as she got into the car, making me frown in confusion.
“Do I know you?”
The duo giggled. “It’s Lizzie.”
“Lizzie who?”
“Elizabeth Stryker,” Sarah answered caustically.
My eyes widened, and I whistled in appreciation. “Girl, time has been good to you.”
“She was fine as she was before.” This from the angry jellyfish.
“Of course, but it doesn’t change what I just said.”
Lizzie was a sweet girl, who was treated horribly at Elite Prep. I felt partly responsible for what happened to her, and should have put a stop to the hazing going around.
But controlling a bunch of morons isn’t as easy as it sounds. The boys on my team made sure they kept me in the dark, and by the time I knew what was going on, it was too late.
Look at her now, though. I guess what they say about nice girls having the last laugh was true.
An African American woman was next. She was six-foot-tall and so freakishly beautiful, I blinked to make sure my mind wasn’t playing a trick on me.
