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“And last two…” Foster announces. “Lyla and Masen.”
I falter for only a moment and then swing my bag over my shoulder,
hurrying out of the classroom.
Lyla and Masen. Great. She won’t be able to control herself.
I step out of the classroom, hardening my expression. Why do I even
care? I don’t like him. I don’t give a damn if she flirts with him, which
she’ll definitely do, so let her have at it. Fine.
She’s J.D.’s problem anyway.
And it doesn’t matter. Someone else already has my heart, and Masen
Laurent isn’t him. He’ll never be Misha.
“My parents are out of town in a couple weeks,” Trey jogs up to me and
places his hand on my waist as we walk. “I’m having a party, and I want
you there.”
“Yeah, the pool’s heated,” J.D. adds behind us.
I look back, seeing Lyla and Masen following us, Masen’s eyes on me.
“Yeah, I know,” I tell J.D. “I’ve been in it. Remember?”
“Great,” Trey chimes back in. “So bring a swimsuit. Or don’t. Either
way.”
Heat blankets my back, and I suddenly feel surrounded. I cast a quick
glance back again, and I see Masen looking away as Lyla chats about
something, but then he must sense me looking, because he meets my eyes
again.
Trey follows my gaze, noticing my attention is not on him. Before I
even realize my mistake, he whips around and grabs Masen by the collar,
throwing him into the lockers.
“Hey,” he says in an overly friendly voice. “I don’t think we’ve met.
I’m Trey Burrowes. You’re Masen Laurent.”