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I nearly go blind from rage when she grabs Axel’s phone to add her number into his contacts. My mind starts to run wild with images of Dia spread out on his bed, moaning Axel’s name, her tits bouncing as he takes the rest of her firsts.

“Finn, what the fuck?” I recognize Xavier’s voice.

Will she even remember me when he’s inside her? Will she—

“Shit, dude, you’re bleeding.”

A hand shakes my shoulder vigorously, pulling me out of a dark place. I’m back in the crowded cafeteria in the snap of a finger. A small gust of air leaves my lips when I look down and see the plastic knife I was holding a moment prior digging into my hand. I was clenching my fists so tight I didn’t even realize…

There’s blood all over my napkin, some in my food, some on my cafeteria tray.

I’m so fucking jealous I made myself bleed.

It’s almost like my body is trying to punish my brain for being a coward and letting this happen. I glance around the table to find the guys watching me like I’m an alien.

All of them but Xavier.

In his eyes, I see a glimmer of understanding.

Then he nods.

And I know that nod is his way of telling me “Who do you think you’re kidding?”

He’s telling me to go for it, and as I watch Dia force herself to laugh at one of Axel’s jokes, the words the moron said to me play on a loop in my head.

“Dude, either she’s your girl or she’s not. Make up your fucking mind.”

Well, I just did.

I made up my mind.

And, before the day is over…

Everyone in this goddamn school is going to know Diamond Mitchell is mine.

* * *

Diamond

There are only twenty-four hours in a day.

Six of which the average student will spend at school.

But as Aveena and I amble out of Easton after the longest day of my life, I catch myself wondering if I accidentally entered a time loop. I swear I’ve been stuck in this building for ages, dreading every class break and bending over backward to dodge Finn in the halls.

It wasn’t too hard to avoid him in the afternoon—we didn’t have any classes together, and our lockers are in different sections—but avoiding my guilt was a very different story.

I’ve never been one to play with someone’s feelings. Until Axel Fletcher came over to my table at lunch and started feeding me ridiculous lines about my eyes. I was this close to shutting him down when I looked over at Finn and saw the rage in his eyes.

He was pissed.

He was jealous.

And I liked that.

So, I played along. Faked a smile and listened to Axel’s garbage pickup lines. I even added a fake number into Axel’s phone to make it look like he had a chance.

All so that Finn would wake the hell up.

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