Page 65 of Tainted Romance

I would never admit to staring at Zane, checking him out, or stalking him between classes. Period.

Drinking a gallon of petrol sounded more appealing.

"You and he got something going on?" He continued to press.

"No."

"You sure about that?"

I slammed my locker door. "Yes! Would you drop it, Blake? I wasn't checking him out!"

Blake's eyebrows rose, and that perfect devil smirk of his spread across his face. His eyes shot over my shoulder.

"Hear that, Harris? She's not interested."

This couldn't be happening. I slowly turned around to be greeted by the one, the only, Zane Harris.

Why me?

"Hi." I shot an elbow back into Blake's chest, silencing his laughter. "So, um, nice morning, isn't it?"

"It's raining." Zane gave me a flat expression.

"Well yeah, for people that love the rain it's a great morning." I was digging a hole. "Like, um, me. I love the rain." And the hole got deeper.

"No, you don't." Blake once again decided to use his mouth.

"I do," I hissed over my shoulder at him.

"You're always bitching about it ruining your hair."

Gritting my teeth, I turned to face my soon-to-be-dead friend. "Blake, don't you have somewhere to be?"

"Nope."

"You have English." Could the guy not get a hint?

His lips twisted into a grin. "With you."

"Piss off, Falcon, she wants to speak to me alone," Zane interrupted and, unlike Blake, had managed to get the message I was sending.

The playfulness in Blake's eyes disappeared, and he focused a new unfriendly glare onto Zane.

"And why would she want to do that?"

Zane stepped forward, and I was sure he was about to say something I would regret.

I placed a hand on Zane's chest, squeezing myself between the two.

"Because he is helping me," I said to Blake. "With all that homework I got lumped with."

"Then talk away." Blake gave me a firm expression.

He wasn't going to back down. Sighing I turned back to face Zane.

“So…”

Zane cut me off, “You got your phone?”

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