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“Shit, sorry, babe.” His stride turned into a stroll.

Students walked around us, never forgetting to wave at King Tate. He ignored them.

He slipped his fingers through his dark curly locks. Since he returned, he kept his hair longer. Giving him a distinctive look. I wanted to skip first period and fuck his brains out.

Tate pulled me into his arms and leaned into my ear. “My parents asked us to play nice. Said we needed to keep a united front.”

My hands splayed his chest.

“Dad’s trying to rebuild the company. In London the guests saw Mason and I face off. That’s all. They didn’t witness what happened to my grandfather. No oneknows how he took advantage of Mason. So we are pretending to love each other.”

“And what is the story? How is Mason alive?”

“Class, baby. We’ll discuss later. This isn’t the place.”

I stepped back. “You’re right.”

He swept his hands over his navy blazer. “The vultures here will grill you about Mason. I can’t afford to miss class, but I’ll meet you outside third period. Text me your new class schedule.”

“Ok.” He kissed my temple and walked in the opposite direction.

Two starry eyed bimbos smiled and waved as they crossed my boyfriend’s path. “Hi, Tate,” the blondes said in unison.

He continued on his path. They whispered and snickered as they walked past me.

Bitches.

Oh, this would turn out to be one hell of a second semester.

∞

First period, Brittany attempted to gain my attention. I lied to Mr. Barrings. Told him I was having difficulty seeing the board. He allowed me to move to the front of the class.

Second period I wasn’t so lucky.

Clarita Tanner whispered over my shoulder almost the entire period. Grilling me about Mason and Tate. Was Mason really in London all this time? Who knew he was alive? How is Marisa his girlfriend? Had he changed?

I wanted to laugh at the last question. ‘Had he changed?’ Mason became a bigger narcissist. He wanted to control everyone in his life. He yearned for power. I bet he still does. Tate’s been the man at Haven Saints for almost four years. Not sure if Mason attended high school or was home schooled. Either way he’d adjust. Tate immortalized him. In Haven Saints eyes Mason’s already a God. Now that he returned from the dead, he’d become the most popular guy in school. I was sure it was just what Mason wanted.

The bell rang, I stood and smiled. “See you later, Clarita.”

Her mouth dropped open. I turned on my heels and sashayed toward the door.

“Wait.” I heard from behind.

“You said nothing. You have to tell me...”

Tate leaned with one foot braced against the locker across the hall. My tongue slid across my bottom lip. He was the star of the biggest cologne commercial in my mind. Obviously, every girl in passing felt the same. They gawked, pulled their lower lip into their mouths andwent bat shit crazy over my man. I was convinced he had no idea the effect he had on the girls at Haven Saints High.

“He’s beautiful,” Clarita moaned.

I faced her and walked backwards until Tate’s hand snaked around my tummy. He sucked on the side of my neck. My core heated to a thousand degrees.

“Clarita, I’ve answered all of your questions.”

“But you didn’t say...”

Tate halted his movements and rested his chin on my shoulder.

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