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Chapter Ten

Two days later, Bobbystood outside her dorm, trying not to be anxious as she waited for Leandro. She had many reasons to be nervous, but she was doing her best to ignore all of them. A small nagging part of Bobby still doubted Leandro, thinking he was too good to be true. She had already been a victim of a guy’s cruel play with her feelings once. Was she setting herself up for the same pain again?

And then there was her clothes. When Leandro had said he’d be taking her out to meet the other members of his biker club, she had impulsively gone shopping. She was wearing a leather bolero, tight-fitting top, and a new pair of jeans. She had drawn the line on wearing killer heels – that one would just have Bobby end up crippled – but she did buy new flats, too. Everything else in her closet looked like they had been around since ancient times.

An expensive-looking car slowed down in front of her. Bobby held her breath when the window rolled down – and expelled it again as she schooled her face into a blank expression. It was not Leandro. It was Blaine and Valerie.

“Off to a hot date?” Valerie jeered. “Maybe you managed to book a dirty old man for tonight’s gig?”

She said evenly, “Good evening to you, too, Valerie. There’s a new 7-11 straight ahead by the way.”

“What the hell am I going to do at 7-11?”

“Buy soap to wash your mouth? Your mother wouldn’t be happy if she learned how dirty it is.”

Bobby counted three full seconds before the insult registered.

“Babe, this bitch is saying you’ve got a dirty mouth.” Blaine rolled his eyes. “Just shows what a fucking bore she is. I love your dirty mouth.”

“Shut up, Blaine,” Valerie snapped without looking at her boyfriend. She was too busy glaring at Bobby with undisguised loathing.

Seeing that, Bobby asked seriously, “Can’t you guys just move on?” Sometimes, it seemed to her that Valerie had woken up one day wanting to hate on another person, and she had randomly chosen Bobby, who wasn’t even in the same school as her.

“This isn’t high school anymore, Valerie. We’re already in college, for heaven’s sake—-”

“It doesn’t matter where we are. It doesn’t matter when. I’ll always hate you—-”

“And that’s what I don’t get,” Bobby interrupted her quietly. “You already had Blaine make me think he was in love with me and then dump me on the day of prom. What else do you want?”

“That you realize you’renevermeant to fall in love,” Valerie snarled.

The other girl unlocked the door and threw her door open, forcing Bobby to jump back before she was thrown to the sidewalk. Valerie pointed one furious finger at her. “You never learn, do you? No guy will ever like you. You like being thought of as one of the boys, don’t you? Well, you are that – a boy! So if you think new clothes will turn you into a girl, it’s not going to happen. It just makes you some queer in drag—-”

Bobby couldn’t even work up the smallest amount of anger at the other girl’s words. “Even if it does make me a member of the LGBT community, what is it to you?”

Her reasonable question only seemed to piss Valerie off even more.

Valerie’s hand snaked out, clearly intending to scratch Bobby’s eyes out.

Bobby gasped, too shocked to even think of hitting back. She raised her arms to cover her face, but nothing happened.

When she opened her eyes, all she could see was a man’s lean hard back.

Leandro.

She could feel the tension vibrating from him as he said coldly, “You don’t get to be within a ten mile radius of Bobby from now on. If you do, I’m going to get you expelled from this school and nothing in this world can take that out of your record. The moment you try to hurt her again, you’ll ruin your lifeforever.Do you understand?” His voice was thickly accented, his every word spit out in rigid syllables like it was all he could do not to fly into a rage.

“Leandro—-” Bobby tried to move, but Leandro suddenly held her hand from behind.Stay.

And so she was forced to stay behind him. She tiptoed but couldn’t see much, and she ended up making a little jump to see what was happening. Blaine was also out of the car holding a thrashing Valerie, who was still keen to get to her.

“Let me get to her,” Valerie screamed.

It was hard to jump when Leandro was still keeping her imprisoned with his grip, but Bobby managed to catch a glimpse of Valerie’s face and it was not...nice. If she wasnottrying to be nice herself, Bobby would have to say that Valerie had gone crazy because that was how she looked.

“Why are you protecting her?” Valerie demanded. “You dumped her already—-”

Color stained Leandro’s cheeks at the barb. “I did not dump her, but I do not owe you – or anyone else – any other explanation. Only Bobby knows the truth—-”

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