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Remi is standing over a curled up and moaning Bexley. I’m a guy, I know the pain he’s going through right now thanks to her knee, and I can’t help but smile. There’s also a little trickle of blood coming from his lip.
Fucking hell, did she punch him?
Pride swells within me for my girl.
My girl? No. She’s just my plaything. My pawn.
“Looks like you don’t need me.”
“When did I ever say I did?” she spits, looking me up and down, the same disgust in her eyes that most of her classmates look at me with on a daily basis.
I put my hands up in surrender. Some movement over her shoulder catches my eye, but it’s too dark to see who it is lurking in the shadows.
“Excuse me,” she spits, shouldering past me and attempting to go back to the party.
“No.” Reaching out, I wrap my fingers around her wrist and stop her when she’s beside me.
“Get your fucking hands off me. You’re no better than him.”
Images of him touching her around here flicker through my mind, and my blood boils.
“Just go ba
ck to your cheer slut and continue ignoring me. It was much easier then.”
She refuses to look at me as she says this, and it only angers me further. With her chin grasped in my hand, I push her back against the wall. Staring down into her large, dark eyes, I almost fucking drown in them.
They’re mesmerizing.
She’s fucking mesmerizing.
“She,” I spit, “is not my anything.”
“You might want to tell her that, she was climbing you like a fucking tree.”
A smile twitches at my lips. “Jealous, Princess?”
“Never.”
Our stare holds, chemistry cracking between us, but neither of us takes action.
Her chest heaves and her pupils dilate. I’m just about as sure as I can be that she’ll accept my kiss when Cole stumbles around the corner, a few leaves stuck to his Seahawks jersey.
“Hey,” he grunts as if this is totally fucking normal. “I need a drink.”
He disappears as fast as he appeared, leaving my head spinning, but Remi spots my moment of weakness and slips from my hold.
“I’m going to get a drink. Stay away from me.”
“Motherfucker,” I mutter to myself.
I watch her ass sway in that short as fuck skirt, and my fists clench.
A moan comes from behind me. I’d forgotten that piece of shit was still there.
I drop down to my haunches and look at him. His lip is really starting to swell. It seems she’s got a fine right hook. Something I should probably remember. I’m sure I already deserve a couple.
His eyes widen when he drags them open and finds me staring back at him. Fisting my fingers in his jersey, I drag him closer, so we’re almost nose to nose. “Don’t fucking touch her ever again. You hear me?”
