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So that means Ezra is escorting Hillary and Kelly out.
“And you were the one beneath the willow tree? Or were you the one in the room with me at Kyle’s house?”
A slow curl to his lips wipes away the concern in his expression.
“You figured that out?”
“Of course, I figured it out,” I snap. “And I’m not happy about it! Why are you two doing this to me?”
Lifting his hands in surrender, he backs away a step.
“I’m just taking you to dance.”
His eyes shoot past me, a cryptic grin rolling over his lips as heat impacts my back and another set of strong hands grip my shoulders.
“I’ve got her.”
“You don’t have me,” I argue, pulling away.
Spinning to face Ezra, I stare up at a blank expression.
Actually, not entirely blank, there issomethingrolling behind that amber stare.
“We should talk,” is all he says, his voice calm but still carrying a dangerous edge that runs cold fingers along my nape and down my spine.
“Why would you do that to them?”
It’s fucked up, right?
Hillary and Kelly have constantly been on me, saying things and doing things to make me feel horrible about myself. Yet here I am defending them.
Not their actions.
Not their words.
But their right not to be made a game by the twins.
Maybe by defending them, I’m really defending myself. Somehow it’s easier that way, but I’m not sure why.
Damon must have returned to the table because it’s only Ezra and me now.
Staring at him centers my attention, the ballroom fading away, the students gone. Even the music no longer infiltrates my mind as I become lost to an amber gaze that burns with all the thoughts I wish he’d tell me.
I don’t have to specify whothemis. He knows my anger has everything to do with their fake dates.
“Do you know who’s been spreading the rumors about us at school? Do you know it was Hillary that made sure your mom found out?”
The corner of his lips quirk to see the obvious confusion on my face. “You didn’t know.”
“How-“
“She went to a teacherconcernedabout you being around me. That teacher apparently called your mom.”
That bitch.
I’d wondered how Mom knew.
Stepping closer to me, Ezra drops his head so he can whisper against my ear. He doesn’t touch me, though, just steals the space around me like it belongs to him.
