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He regards all the stares, rolls his shoulders, and rakes his fingers through his hair. “Nothing. See you tomorrow.”
“K. See you.”
As he walks away, I tread to Brandon’s car, lips pursed. “Don’t be a dick! Rajid isn’t like Heath.”
He grunts. “Don’t talk to other guys.”
“Rajid is my friend, Brandon. He helped me feel less nervous on the first day of school, introduced me to Sam. Besides, you can’t tell me who I can and can’t talk to.”
That only makes him stiffen his jaw and twist his mouth in anger. “Where’s the rose?”
“It wilted,” I shoot back. “That’s what happens to pretty things in chaos.”
He twitches his eye at my remark.
Eric, who’s been passing looks between us, snorts as if amused. “Well, I’ll catch you in the morning, Bran.”
He waves to Brandon and hops into his car, taking off.
It hits me then.
“You don’t even bump fists or smack hands with your friend,” I murmur. “My gosh.”
“Get in,” he demands, ignoring it.
I suck my teeth and lean my hips to one side. “If you want me to ride with you, at least be nice. You do know I don’t have to be around you.”
He dips his head, his gaze both sexy and chilling as he narrows on me. “But you want to, and I refuse to let you walk so far, much less take the bus. Now get in, little artist. Everyone’s watching.”
Clucking my tongue, I slip inside and twist to place my painting on the backseat.
Brandon settles behind the wheel and takes it from me, face softening as he studies the vase and tulips. “This is what you stayed late to re-paint?”
“I know it’s not anything extravagant, but I’ve only recently started oil painting.”
“It’s beautiful,” he applauds, looking at me. “You’re very talented.” What a switch.
“Geez,” I chuckle softly. His praises do warm my body, though. “Thank you.” I recall what happened today. “Brandon, that moment with Heath—”
“He disrespected you. It pissed me off.”
“You shoved him…so hard,” I stress on the last word. “But, you touched him.”
“He dragged the monster out.” Brandon places the painting on the backseat and faces me. “As I’ve said, he insulted you. I’ll do more than shove him if he does it again.”
The seriousness in his demeanor makes me squeeze my thighs together.
Is it wrong that the idea of him fighting for my honor gives me a dirty rush? What would Doreen say?
She would probably advise me to learn about him since I’m having these emotions. Right?
Wrong.
Doreen would warn me away from Brandon.
“What are your interests?” I question, ignoring my sister’s voice in my head.
Brandon starts the car, uttering, “You.”
