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Cyn: You’ll be addicted to this dick by the time I’m through with you

Rain: Whatever

He doesn’t answer after that, and to distract myself, I pull up the camera app and take a picture, whiling away the time by taking my first ever selfie. I’m lying on my back with my hair splayed around my head, and I look drowsy as I stare into the camera with lidded eyes.

Whatever. Closing out the app, I sigh. What am I going to do?

Cyn: What’s this?

Oh shit! Did I send the picture? Fanning my flaming cheeks, I stare with horror because I did. I sent Cyn a damn picture of me.

Crap.

Rain: That was an accident, sorry

Cyn: An accident? Then who was it for?

Shit. I’m so consumed by embarrassment that I don’t know how to answer. What if he thinks I sent it to him on purpose? The pathetic little virgin is finally begging.

Cyn: Who was it for, Rain?

Sighing, I tap out a response and damn my life.

Rain: No one. It was an accident

Once more, he doesn’t respond and laying the phone by my side, I ruminate about my complete humiliation until I fade into sleep, lifting my head when my phone buzzes again.

Cyn: Go to sleep, Beauty

Smiling faintly, I close my eyes and do just that, dreaming of his emerald eyes as he kissed me hotly in the back of an SUV and wondering what might have happened if I hadn’t stopped him.

Chapter Eight

Despite the text exchange with Cyn, he ignores me for the rest of the week, except for a few stares across the cafeteria. I convince myself it’s okay and what I want, but I mope anyway. I’m confused by the push and pull and annoyed by the constant flow of chicks he has by his side.

Not only that, but now I can’t get the image of him sleeping with Iris out of my head. Inexplicably, this bothers me more than anything. I don’t know if all his machinations have to do with her, and it’s eating at my soul.

Jig continues to ignore me during PE, and his behavior is like a kick to the gut because I thought of them all, he might like me as a friend, but I guess it’s not meant to be.

Dick.

I turn in my first official paper at a real school and beam like an idiot on Friday. Mr. Bloom stares at me over his glasses with a weird look, and I turn away with a flush.

Talk about being a nerd. Gah.

I’m walking down the hall toward the bathroom, caught up in thinking about my next project, when I hear shouts around the corner.

With a tingle of curiosity, I step around and stop in my tracks. Cyn is squaring off with a burly dude wearing a fierce scowl. Cyn’s eyes are narrowed, his brows bunched over his eyes, and I stare in astonishment because instead of being afraid, I feel a pulse down there.

Bastion appears from down the opposite hall with a dangerous scowl, his mouth in a grim line and his dark eyes cautious. He stops a few feet from Cyn and nods.

“You think you can bring that shit here?” Cyn growls.

“Fuck off, Callahan,” his opponent snarls.

“You’re the one who’s fucked, Ratner.”

Ratner grimaces but throws the first punch, which Cyn easily evades before jabbing him in the ribs. Ratner steps back and swings again with a grunt, but Cyn seems to anticipate his moves. He ducks and returns to Ratner’s jaw with a fierce uppercut.

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