Page 105 of Tainted Romance

“You don’t even know what we are talking about, so why don’t you get your dead mutt eyes off me and onto the teacher.”

“EBONY!” Zane roared at her, slamming a closed fist down on the table. “Shut the fuck up.”

Looks like Zane was still touchy when it came to the mate subject around me. I don’t know why, it wasn’t like he cared enough to tell me or at least stop them.

Ebony turned back around, and her cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. Zane’s little outburst had scored us some extra pair of eyes, and not to mention put an awkward tension in the air.

Although the old Allie wouldn’t have felt it.

But I did.

I felt it right to my core. Zane still cared for me in some sick and twisted way, and maybe I could use that to my advantage.

“You know you rushed off in such a hurry you forgot that I was in this class.”

My eyes bounced off the desk and met Blake’s furious green eyes.

“Sorry.” I dragged my stuff to the side and spared up space next to me. “Like I said, it’s been a morning from hell.”

He threw himself into the chair and crossed his arms. It seems he was in a worse mood than when I left him.

Then my mind was struck with a wicked idea. I knew I was going to make trouble but fuck it, they deserved it, well, Zane deserved it.

“Although my morning picked up, I ran into this guy.” I drummed my fingers on the desk. “You might know him.”

Blake grunted.

“Ryder Harris?”

His head snapped my way. “What the fuck you doing near that fucker?”

I arched both eyebrows. “So, you do know him?”

“Yeah, and he’s bad fucking news, stay away from him.”

“He didn’t seem that bad. Kind of charming, cute, and he sort of smiled with all dimples,” I fake gushed.

“He’s bad news.”

“He actually looked like a whole lot of good news.”

I heard a pencil snap.

“I mean it, Allie, he’s no good. Why would you be interested in the bloke anyway?”

“Hello, in case you haven’t noticed, Blake, I’m a girl.”

“Doesn’t mean you want the first bloke that walks past.”

“Please, Blake, you know me better than that.” I drew circles on my notebook, pretending to be deep in thought. “There was just something about him that was different.”

Blake scoffed, “Typical.”

“What?”

“You can’t have one, so you are naturally drawn to the other.”

I knew exactly what he meant by that comment, and I wanted to slap him across the head for saying it, but then again sweet, doe-eyed Allie wouldn’t have a clue.

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