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I look at her from head to toe.I don’t like her.

“I don’t know who the fuck you are.” I take a drag and search for Sebastian. School ended five minutes ago, what the fuck is he still doing inside? He’s supposed to shoo her away. Maybe I should text Marie. She’ll come to my rescue.

I stay silent hoping she’ll go away. I thought fucking wrong.

“I know you.” She steps closer and arches her back pushing out her big breasts in my direction.

My eyes meet her in iciness. “You don’t know a fucking thing about me.”

For fuck’s sake. What’s her problem?

“I know your sister died—”

The cigarette hits the ground as I inch closer to her. “Don’t you fucking dare speak about her.” I take a breath. “Leave me alone. I have no interest in you.”

That’s how I am with every girl who approaches me. They irk me. I can’t look at them, let alone think about touching them. They either think they can fix me or give me a good time. I want neither.

The girl steps back with a scowl. Disappointment blazes through her eyes. “Gosh, you’re so rude and angry. What’s your fucking problem?”

I frown in confusion. “My problem is, you’re wasting my fucking time.”

“Well, you’re lucky that I’m even sparing you a few minutes.” She crosses her arm.

Slowly, I spell it out to her. “I. Don’t. Care.”

“Fuck you!” Stomping her feet she walks away but stops when Hope gets in her way. That girl has a serious problem with walking into people.

“Get out of my way, nerd.” The crazy girl screams in her face. Hope quickly side steps.

After a minute, she moves in my direction, holding onto her book that has a bookmark wedged between its pages, and a pen stuck to the cover.

At the sight of her, my anger begins to dissipate. She’s in black tights and a maroon baggy top. Her hair is tied in a braid with a few strands flying around. She looks fucking pretty.

“Hi.” She looks at me with her brown eyes.

“Hi,” I reply softly.

She holds the book tightly to her chest as if gathering courage from it. “I need the password to the account. Marie said she’d help me.”

Marie said what? I’m the one who made the account, and I know plenty because I’ve studied marketing. Marie only knows coding and other computer shit. Nowhere qualified enough to manage a business.

“She isn’t equipped to help you,” I say in a rough tone, trying to conceal the unknown fury curling inside of me.

She’s staying away like I wanted.

Well, I don’t fucking want it anymore.

“We’ll figure it out then,” she replies with a determination that I’ve never seen in her before.

Yeah. I don’t fucking like it one bit.

I don’t want her to stop talking to me.

Apologize!!!

Emotions cloud my mind and blur the lines of logic. “No, you won’t.”

A frown creases her delicate features. “Excuse me?”

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