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“Do you know him?”
“He was in my class last year. He failed and had to retake it.”
I shrug my shoulders.
“He’s with me in class.”
Nolan crosses his arms against his chest, continuing to stare at me sternly. He doesn’t back down, so his movement brings us a little closer and the air becomes unbreathable. I want to run away from his eyes, run away from his smell, run away from everything he creates in me. Everything he reminds me of without even speaking. His forearms contracted, the veins that take shape under his skin, his hot breath that ricochets off my face.
“Stop talking to him!” he exclaims. “This guy is an asshole.”
“I’m sorry, but who are you to tell me who I should talk to?”
His jaw clenches and I take several steps back.
What is his problem? He throws me away, ignores me, but still thinks he has the right to play the protector!
“Screw you, Nolan,” I growl.
“I forbid you to hang out with this guy!”
“Actually, fuck you,” I continue. “I hang out with whoever I want.”
“He just wants to fuck you.”
“So what?” I get carry away. “I know others who have had a great time too!”
My comment seems to hurt him, I have the impression of perceiving a gleam of hurt in his eyes, but it’s fleeting because his impassivity takes over. His chest bulges out more and he stares at me smugly.
“Very well,” he growls. “If you want to catch shit with this loser, go for it!”
“Don’t worry about me, he won’t be the only one I’ll regret sleeping with.”
He walks towards me, frowning so hard that the wrinkle between his eyes is even deeper than usual. I don’t move, letting him press himself against me while staring at me in annoyance. My head straightens slightly as I keep my eyes locked on his in a silent duel.
“Don’t come crying if he throws you in three days.”
I forced a laugh and his face tenses up at my laughter. He sweats anger and I just want to slap him so big that he would come down from his pedestal.
Who does he think he is lecturing me like that, seriously?
Hefucked me.
Hethrew me away.
Hemakes me cry.
“Mind your own ass, Nolan, and don’t mess with mine anymore.”
I go around him quickly to put a distance between him and me before all my senses get too drunk. The anger, the bitterness, his mouth, his smell, his look… but he grabs my arm and forcesme to face him again. I almost collide into him, and he plunges his face close to my ear to whisper, “If he touches you, I kill him.”
I shove him, releasing his grip with force.
“Just because you don’t want me, Nolan, doesn’t mean the others can’t have me. Go fuck your waitress and leave me alone.”
This time I almost run down the hallway to keep him from holding me back and rush into the bar room to join Edgar. No Andrew in sight, and whatever I said, I’m relieved to be rid of him.
But mostly ofhim.
