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Marissa and her crew burst into fits of giggles. I shoot them a hard look and they at least have the decency to stop.

“Please, Cole. You at least owe me the chance to explain.”

He steps forward, backing me into the lockers. “I don’t owe you anything, traitor.” His words are a low growl only meant for my ears.

“I can explain, if you’ll just—”

His hand collides with the locker, the sound reverberating through me, and I flinch. One of our audience gasps, but I don’t know who since I can’t tear my eyes away from Cole.

On the face of it, he’s pissed. But I see the hurt in his eyes. He thinks I betrayed him, but he doesn’t understand my motives, not yet.

“Cole,” I say again, reaching for his school shirt. But he jerks away as if my touch disgusts him.

“You think I want you? Used fucking goods. Did you let Timmy fuck you like a whore? Did you suck his cock nice and deep while he whispered sweet nothings in your ear?”

Someone gasps again, but I barely hear them over the roar of blood between my ears. Tears burn the backs of my eyes, but I won’t cry. I won’t give him the satisfaction.

“You think I want you?” He leans in, a cruel smirk tugging at his mouth. “You’re a decent fuck, but you’re clingy as shit.”

Marissa snickers. I know it’s her, because it grates on me like nails across a blackboard.

She and her friends aren’t the only ones watching. Everyone’s stopped to see Cole humiliate me.

“Still want me now?” He snarls the words. “Still wants to ride my cock like a—”

“Enough,” Conner barks, storming over to us. “You need to stand down, bro.”

“Or what?” Cole stands up to him, the two of them matched in height and strength. The air crackles with tension, kids salivating at the prospect of witnessing a Jagger showdown.

“You’re going to regret this,” Conner says, and I can’t help but think he’s not talking about Cole squaring up to him.

“You’re welcome to her, bro. I’m done with the lying bitch.”

Pain lances my chest. But even now, even after his verbal tirade and public berating, I still want to make him hear me out.

“Cole,” I start, but Conner pulls me away.

“Come on, Hadley, baby. He’s not worth it.”

I glance back to find Cole watching me, but his eyes are no longer burning with jealous anger. They’re burning with contempt.

And I put it there.

“Here.” Conner offers me a bottle of vodka. “You look like you could use that.”

I unscrew the cap and take a long pull on it, almost choking from the afterburn.

“Thanks,” I say.

“My brother is an asshole.”

“I hurt him.”

“Don’t do that. Don’t excuse what he just did back there. He completely humiliated you.”

“You don’t need to remind me. I was right there.”

“Want to talk about it?”

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