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“Wouldn’t miss it, baby.” His lips landed on mine. I wanted to bite his fucking lip. Bastard was milking our performance.

I looped my arm through Connie’s. “I better get to English. See you at lunch.”

His eyes narrowed.

“Big fella,” Kyle called out, in the nick of time, slapping Mason’s hand.

“What’s up, dude?” he said, never tearing his eyes off of me.

Connie and me scurried off.

“Are you and Tate ok?”

My smile rose and fell. “Yeah. I just didn’t expect him to tell anyone that I spent the night at his house.”That fucking liar. Ugh!

The bell sounded.

“See you later, Chelsea.” Connie dipped off down the hall.

I strutted into the classroom with my head held high. Brittany sucked her teeth as I scooted into my seat beside her.

“Good morning class,” greeted Mr. Barrings.

“I hope you enjoyed Halloween. Now back to work. Discuss any parties you attended after class. We’ll prepare for Friday’s test.”

He turned to the board.

Brittany leaned in. “Tate’s already making his rounds.”

I ignored her statement.

“I heard he’s hooking up with Veronica this week. I don’t have the specifics, but it appears your relationship isn’t as solid as you thought.”

Snapping her neck crossed my mind. “Thanks for your concern, Brittany. Tate and I are a team.” I grinned writing the test notes in my notebook.

“This was my new life. Every jealous bitch would work overtime to get a rise out of me. Probably wasn’t too intelligent to disclose my issue with cutting. I’d be ready for the vicious and vindictive sluts who wanted my man. If I could tell everyone who he really was, I’d tell the bitches they could have him.

Right before fourth period, I darted into the bathroom. “Jamie, didn’t know you’d be in here. How are you today?” I smirked, smoothing my hands over my plaid skirt.

She squinted. “Oh, please,” Jamie hissed. “What do you want, Chelsea?” She dried her hands, then stared through me.

“I heard Veronica was hooking up with Tammy’s boyfriend. I just caught them behind the bleachers.”

Tammy’s boyfriend, Chris, was the captain of the basketball team. Veronica deserved to be the star of continued gossip as the school whore. Even though it wasn’t Tate, she thought it was him she was flirting with.

She checked her manicure. “What’s in it for me?”

I stepped closer. “You keep your shitty title as the gossip queen.” I blinked several times driving my point home.

“Ugh. Got it, Princess Chelsea.” She darted out of the bathroom.

A devilish smile took my lips. My plan for Marisa had to be methodical. If she knew I was the one who spread the rumor, she’d come back hard. Look what she’d done to me so far. Fucking bitch.

At lunch, there wasn’t a way to talk to Rocco without Mason’s knowledge. He sat beside me just like Tate had done.

“Everything ok, babe?” His dark brow rose over those heart stopping blue eyes.

“Yeah, I’m not very hungry.” I pressed my head into his chest. Didn’t want him to question my ability to play along. I’d play my part until I could get through my disturbing ordeal.

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