Page 56 of Wicked Prince

"Double mocha iced caramel," I say, smirking.

"Naturally," he says, taking a sip. He squints. "Man, they went heavy on the sugar today."

I take a sip of mine and feel my face screw up like I just drank lemon juice. "You're not kidding."

"Too bad that hottie with the red streaks in his hair doesn't work here anymore," Anthony muses wistfully. "I prefer my eye candy to be saccharine, not my drinks."

"Here's to that," I agree, dumping a few small cups of creamer into my coffee in hopes of making it more tolerable.

Anthony looks up at something over my shoulder, and the way his expression shifts immediately draws my attention.

I turn to follow his gaze, and it doesn't take long to realize what it is he's staring at. Across the street, Lorenzo is walking arm in arm with Kayleigh. Or rather, Kayleigh is hanging off his arm, prattling away about something while he looks on in disinterest.

"Speak of the devil and his mistress," Anthony says flatly.

"Technically, I think I was the mistress," I mumble, looking away because I feel like I'm going to be sick if I stare for another second. I haven’t felt good all day as it is.

"Man, I would've thought he’d look happier than that, considering how everyone's always talking about them sucking face in public."

I give him a look. He winces. "Sorry. But you know how gossip is."

"Yeah, you would think nothing of note had ever happened at this damn school besides two rich kids hooking up."

Anthony gives me a sympathetic look I don't appreciate. "For what it's worth, he seems miserable."

"I don't want him to be miserable, Anthony."

He stares at me blankly in confusion. "You don't? Really?"

"No. I mean, it's not like he dumped me. It's not even like there was a relationship in the first place."

"Still," Anthony says, frowning. "Does he even know he was your first?"

I grimace. "No, and it wouldn't matter if he did."

"Are you sure about that?" he challenges. "It just seems like it would be relevant."

"It's not," I say with a shrug. "It wouldn't change anything."

"If you say so," he says doubtfully.

"I'm serious. I'm over it.” When I see the way he's staring at me, I add, "Okay, so I'mgettingover it. And I will be soon enough. It just wasn't meant to be."

"I didn't think you believed in fate," he remarks.

I shrug again. "I do now. Enough, anyway. It isn't even possible for two people to be less compatible than me and Lorenzo."

"No argument there," he says dryly.

I bite my bottom lip as a wave of sickness suddenly overtakes me. It feels like vertigo, except with my entire body.

"What's wrong?" Anthony asks worriedly, frowning.

"Just my stomach," I mutter.

"I mean, they are pretty gross," he muses. "Or did you mean the drink?"

"Neither. I think lack of sleep wrecked my immune system. I’ve felt like shit on and off all week."

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