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My brows squint. “For real?”
“Yes, laugh away.” He shakes his head, a smile still fastened. “My parents were obsessed with him…”
I grimace. “I’m sorry.”
“They’re cool, so I’ve forgiven them.”
“My name ispretty boring.”
He hikes his chin a fraction. “I don’t find any part of you boring, Kayla.”
My cheeks grow hot. My God, I’m so easy. One compliment, and I’m blushing.
“I should go.” I start to get up. “It’s getting late, and I have school tomorrow.”
“Where do you go?”
“York State.”
His eyes widen. “No way! Me too.”
I blink incredulously. “Really?”
“Yeah. Shit! Now I have more reasons to see you. What’s your major? Mine is business.”
“Bio.”
“Smart and beautiful.” He angles in close. “How about I give you my number? Maybe we can grab lunch or something.”
I don’t know if this is a good idea. But I’m reaching into my bag anyway and handing him my phone after I unlock it. He types into it and calls himself from it, then hands it back to me.
“Well, Kayla, I’ll see you around.”
He pays for our drinks, mine still full, and with one last lingering look, he walks over to his buddies. They all stare at me, then back at him, laughing and looking like he just won the lotto.
I shake my head, needing to go home. When I start for my car, the lot is empty.
As soon as my hand lands on the door handle, I register footsteps behind me.
The hairs on my arms stand up, my chest growing heavy with undulating fear.
“Hey, baby,” a deep voice I don’t recognize calls. “Where are you off to in such a hurry?”
The way he sounds…disgust swirls in my gut as I turn to face aman about ten years older. Maybe more.
“Going home.” I start to open the door. “Have a good night.”
He chuckles coldly. And as I get into my car, he rushes into the passenger side in an instant, grabbing my throat as he locks the doors.
“Drive, bitch.”
My body grows icy; every memory of my time as a Bianchi whore comes smashing into the surface.
With unsteady hands, I start the car and get it on the road, wishing that Chris was here. I was an idiot for losing him.
“What do you want?” I whisper, rolling to a stop at a red light.
“You, of course. Do you live alone?”
