Page 61 of You're To Blame 2

Lakes gray eyes widened. “Don’t let them get to you.”

I slipped my fingers through my long dark locks. “You’re right. See you later.”

First hour, I kept my head down and listened to the lecture. Second hour and third hour were comical. Girls were happy to spread rumors about hooking up with Tate this past weekend. I chuckled inside because I knew he was with me. Marisa’s stone-cold gaze never left the front of the classroom. I peeked at her from my new seat next to the window.Slapping her across her face wouldn’t hurt the baby, right? No Chelsea, keep your distance.

Lunch was painful. Tate sat with a blonde on each side at his table. I had to tough it out. If I were to leave, he’d check on me. I glanced across the lunchroom at Mason’s table. It was like a team divided. Half the football and basketball team sat with Mason and the other half sat with Tate. Not sure why no one gossiped about how Tate and Mason never said more than two words to each other. After the shit Mason and Marisa pulled after Christmas break, Tate and I decided against having a conversation with them right now. We had to strategize.

I peeked at my cell. Matt hadn’t called or texted me back.Shit.I lowered my head before stalking across the lunch room.

“Marisa.”

Her lip ticked up in irritation. “What bumpkin?”

“Where’s Matt?”

She laughed. “Do I look like I keep tabs on him?”

Mason chuckled.

“Don’t.” My eyes narrowed.

I shouldn’t be over here. Tate’s eyes were burning a hole in my back. I could feel him.

“Can you not be a bitch for once? Was Matt at home this morning?”

She stared me up and down. “Wait, now that you aren’t with precious Tate.” She cocked her head to the side.

“Are you fucking my brother now?”

Whispering fell over the table.

Her gray eyes glinted. This was a bad idea. I turned on my heels and stalked back to my table. I rested my hands in my lap, twiddling with my plaid skirt as I sat amongst my friends. Tate met my gaze. I squeezed my eyes shut.Don’t fall under his spell. He’ll have us end the break up right now if I let him.

“Megan, when was the last time you talked to Matt?”

She sipped her orange soda. Her fingers slipped over her brow. “I don’t remember.”

Lies.

The second lunch was over I darted out of the lunchroom. “Chelsea, where are you off to?” Connie yelled.

I peeked over my shoulder. “To class.”

“Are you sure? Isn’t your class the other way?” Trevor pointed over his shoulder.

“I need to ask around about Matt?” I continued down the hall.

“What about Matt, Chelse?”

Jesus.I squeezed my eyes shut as I froze. What we’d done Friday and Saturday night shot through my brain. It was so good. A tingling sensation swept through my body. I remember he said, “Do you want it harder?”

“Chelsea.” His deep vocals heated my core.

“Um, yeah?”

“Why are you looking for Matt?”

I couldn’t turn and meet his gaze because I’d be tempted to take him to an empty classroom and have my way with my boyfriend.

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