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The poor Gifted will never know the greatness that isMean Girls.
“Sure, pretend you don't know my name or what I look like naked and on top of your best friend.” Her eyes gleam with something I could only guess as pride. “Or should I say old best friend, you know, since he’s nothing but dust.”
I smash my lips to one side, nodding at the girl because one ... what is she talking about, and two…what the fuck is she talking about?The who is obvious, being I only have one best friend but… “So, you fucked Ben?” I ask, looking her over. It could happen. We’re at Daragan State and she could be a student at Rathe U.
We cross paths all the time … not that the humans have any idea they’re anything but a group of rich kids at a private university.
“Yes,” she spits, seemingly growing angrier by the second.
“Okaaay, I'm guessing he didn't call afterward as in … duff, dust?” A small laugh leaves me, and I shrug my shoulder. Atta boy, Ben. “You want me to apologize for him or something because I can, but it's not going to get him back in your bed.”
Her eyes narrow further and her hand shoots out to grip me, but before she can, a larger one locks around her wrist. Her gaze snaps up and she lets out a little girl cry that has the owner of the hand chuckling near my ear.
It's a sexy sound, and I turn my head just as he steps up beside me.
“Let go of me,” she demands.
“Nice to see you too, Alex.”Slowly, he releases her, lifting an expectant brow.
“Ugh.” She rolls her eyes. “Why am I even wasting time over here?”
“I don't know, why are you?” This time it’s me who cocks my head.
“Bitch,” she hisses, shoving past me, and both me and the guy at my side chuckle.
Pushing back one of the loose strands of hair I left down from my high ponytail, I smile at the blond.
He’s tall, but everyone is compared to me and my five-foot.
“Thanks, pretty sure she was going to melt me or something.”
He chuckles again, shifting so he’s facing me full on and I bite at the inside of my cheek.
“More like suck out your soul.” He nods, grinning when my eyes go wide. “She’s a power bank.”
Power bank, I read about them. They feed off the energy of others to boost their powers because they don't have enough strength on their own.
“Right, yeah.” I nod, bringing my drink to my lips and finishing off the liquid.
The same male gnome appears the second I move it from my lips, frowning and shoving a new, full glass into my hand.
“Thank—” And he’s gone.
Another sexy laugh.
I face the guy once more, his green eyes bright against his fair skin and even though his light hair is combed a little too perfect to a side swipe, his eyes are framed with thick, dark lashes. “I’m London.”
I hold my hand out and he smirks down at it, slowly lifting his and taking it, and for a moment I wonder if handshakes are, yet another human trait not used in this world. But then he takes it in his, only instead of tucking his palm into mine for a firm grip, he gingerly wraps his long fingers around my own.
“I’m Zeke,” he shares, slowly lifting my hand to his lips.
I fight a smile, waiting to see what his thick lips will feel like against my skin, but before they can touch me, something presses against my back, and I'm jolted forward.
Zeke releases me in a flash, his hands coming out to catch me as I’m about to fall into him, but I don't.Two arms wrap around my waist, yanking me backward so hard the air is knocked from my lungs. I gasp.
In the same second, two men with wide, strong backs appear in front of me, their hair as black as their suits as they stare down my new friend Zeke.
“He was just rescuing me from Bitch Barbie. No need for whatever... this is.”
