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Who gave him permission to be this fuckingtall?
“First, the name is Diamond. And second… did you really think trashing my clothes would be enough to make me quit?” I scoff. “Oh, honey,that’s embarrassing.”
The smirk melts right off his face.
“You think I’m afraid of you, rich kid? I grew up with a big brother whose passion was making my life a living hell, so, this?” I gesture to the mess he made. “That’s a fucking Tuesday to me.”
In response, Finn steps forward, his imposing frame towering over me like it’s nobody’s business. He’s such a poker face master that I barely notice the corners of his lips curling in anger.
I’m confident there’s something wrong with my lungs when he tilts his head to the side, narrows his eyes at me, and grits out a threatening “Is that a challenge?”
Inhale, exhale.
“That’s a warning.” I inch closer. If this asshole thinks his chiseled jaw, ridiculous body, and deep hazel eyes are enough to throw me off my game, he’s…
Absolutely right.
Abort the mission.
I distance myself from him as quickly as I moved in, clearing my throat and zooming in on the stained Radiohead T-shirt at my feet.
“You’re paying for the dry cleaning,” I say matter-of-factly.
He heaves a scoff. “Like hell I am.”
There’s no way I can afford to buy everything again or get my Radiohead T-shirt cleaned.
“How’s Xavier doing, by the way?” I stoop down to his level. “I heard he was out of town for the summer. Must be really hard for Brie. It sure makes you wonder how she passes the time.”
His face crumbles.
Surprise, asshat. I can play dirty, too.
I’m sure that clothes stunt would’ve worked on a lot of girls, but me? Not a chance. I’m part Spanish and Indonesian. I spent my entire childhood being reminded of my coal-black curls and darker skin. It turns out kids can be real assholes when they want to.
Don’t even get me started on having two dads and all of my siblings being adopted—myself included. We’ll be here until Finn grows a soul, and I don’t have that long.
We stare each other dead in the eyes for a few seconds, his jaw twitching as he resists the pressure of the walls closing in on him. I have him. He’s stuck, and he knows it.
“Tenacious, aren’t you?” he concedes.
“About time you noticed.”
I know by the wince on his face that he can’t stand the taste of his own medicine.
“I’ll have the money tomorrow,” he spits, jaw tight, and storms back inside the house.
I should be happy.
I stood tall when all I wanted to do was collapse, but I’m not nearly stupid enough to think the devil is done with me.
I might’ve won this round…
But the fight is just beginning.
