Page 60 of You're To Blame 2

“How are you doing? I can’t believe you and Tate called it quits a week ago.” Connie’s eyes were glued to my side profile.

“I can’t shed another tear for him.” Connie and Trevor had no idea Tate was locked up in London while Mason ran around Haven River wreaking havoc. Megan barely said a word because she knew if I broke up with Tate over all the chicks it wasn’t real. Which meant Matt didn’t believe it either. Surprised Matt hadn’t called Tate out about it.

“Don’t look now. Tate’s surrounded by girls across the way.” Megan arched a brow at me.

His hair was combed and moussed perfectly to the back. Those heart stopping blue eyes met mine. Friday and Saturday night, he insisted on sleeping over. He parked one of his granddad’s cars in our six-car garage. I didn’t want to be separated from Tate. My body turned toward him. Megan gripped my arm. “No. Follow through,” she whispered in my ear.

“Don’t let him weaken you, Chelse.” Connie yanked my arm in the other direction.

“Thanks, guys.” I opened my locker.

“I’m down for a little fun,” Tate blurted out.

“Not feeling any girls with dark hair. Just blondes. You know what they say blonde girls are freakier,” Tate chuckled in the distance.

My fist slammed on a text book inside my locker.

“We’ll walk you to class, Chelsea.” Megan leaned her head against the locker.

“No need, ladies.” We turned to the deep silky voice.

My brows dipped. “Lake, what happened to your lip?”

“Family squabble. Nothing more. I’ll gladly fight for your honor, Chelsea.” He cocked a grin.

I tugged his lapels and kissed his cheek. “That’s so sweet.”

I closed my locker. “Well, girls I guess I’ll see y’all at lunch.”

Connie clapped. “Way to go, Chelse.”

I looped my arm around Lake’s. Tate stood at his locker; arms draped over two blonde chicks’ shoulders. His jaw twitched and his eyes narrowed. “What the fuck are you looking at, Lake?”

We turned in the opposite direction.

“My cousin has anger issues. Tell him to chill, would you?”

“Yes, I will. Sorry, Lake. Hey have you seen Matt?”

“No, he hadn’t been to the house.”

“That’s strange. I’ll have to call him.” I glimpsed at Lake.

“You probably shouldn’t help me. I don’t want Tate to keep taking his frustrations out on you.”

He smirked. “I can handle my cousin. He loves you, a lot though.”

I smiled, leaning my head on his shoulder. “I know. I’m a lucky girl.”

“Want to go bowling this weekend?”

“Yeah, sounds like fun. Can I invite my friends?”

“Yup.”

“Slut,” a chick blurted out in passing.

I laughed. “That’s perfect. I’m the slut for moving on. But he isn’t. He’s slept with almost every girl in this school you know,” I yelled.

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