Page 68 of You're To Blame 2

Her head snapped around. “I like playing with fire. I’ll burn up that little gold car of yours. The first time empty.” She grinned before walking away.

The tiny hairs prickled my skin. The bitch was really crazy. Fuck, I didn’t anticipate this.

“What is going on at this school?”

“Lake, too much.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know yet. There has to be a restraining order against her. I’ll have a friend look into her.”

SUCKING DOWN AN ICEtea, I peeked across the lunchroom. Regina stood aimlessly, scanning the room for her prince charming. She wouldn’t find him. I knew where he was, though. Marisa, Mason and their band of cronies snickered at her expense. Regina turned their way, waved and walked toward Marisa.

“No.” I read her lips.

Regina spun on her heels and sat at a table across the noisy lunchroom. I lowered my head and rubbed my brow, peeking at Marisa. She whispered something in Mason’s ear. He snickered.

I leaned my head on Connie’s shoulder. “Did you hear about my crazy run in with the new chick?”

“Chelsea, the entire school can’t stop talking about the nut job. Every girl has chosen not to flirt with Tate.”

I sighed. “This is all my fault.”

“Why do you say that?” Trevor stabbed the meatloaf with his fork.

“Maybe we shouldn’t have broken up. There wouldn’t be any crazy chick issues. She’s the only crazy girl at this school. I’m convinced.”

Rocco cracked a smile across from me. “Oh, no there are more. She just happens to be the craziest.”

I flashed a plastic smile. “Thanks for the crazy report. Rocco, I need you to look into her. Tell me what you find. Is this her first transfer? Any restraining orders? The make, model, and license plate of her car. She’s threatened to blow up my car.”

They gaped.

“I will get on that asap.”

“Are you inviting Kelsea out with us tonight?”

He grinned. “Yeah, she’ll be there.”

“Cool. I have to go.”

“Are you sure it’s safe to walk around alone?” Megan asked.

“I’ll be fine. I have protection.” I winked.

I ducked out of the lunchroom and walked to my right. I’d have to take the long route. Didn’t want to make it obvious where I was going. Once in the lower level of the building, I peeked up and down the hall to make sure I wasn’t followed. The door creaked open as I squeezedinside. ‘Smells like teen spirit’ blared through the speakers. Tate laid on the weight bench. His muscles flexed as he bench pressed the weights above his head. I scanned the empty room. Hm. Why was it empty?

Arms crossing my chest, I strolled over. He looked at me but continued his workout.

“Tate, are you still upset?” I yelled over the music.

He placed the curl bar on the stand.

“Why are you in here alone?”

He towered over me, drying his face. “Stressed out, Chelsea.”

He ripped off the gloves and tossed them aside. Chest heaving, he stared into my eyes. Tate scooped me up into his arms. He stalked into the locker room. His lips devoured mine.

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