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“Guys, let's have a great day.” I grinned.

Tate stepped in the middle of the hall. “Listen up.”

The students crowded around king Tate.

“If one more kid spreads a rumor about Chelsea hooking up with Matt or Lake, I will find you and outcast your ass next. It was never true. She was always with me. I don’t care what it looked like. Chelsea was always my woman. Now get to class,” he growled.

He stepped over and pulled me against his muscled frame. Those deep blue eyes peered into mine underthose thick black brows. “You’re fucking mine,” he muttered against my lips.

His big strong hand cupped my face and his soft pink lips sucked mine into his. My body quivered under his touch. The bell rang, but Tate didn’t let up.

I whimpered into his mouth as I clutched his lapels tighter. “I’m all yours, Tate.”

He released my lips as if he’d been waiting for me to say those words.

“Come on, I’ll walk you to class.” His sexy lips widened.

Finally, a smile.

No more bullshit. For an entire month, we ate at the mall with our friends. It was relaxing breaking away from the gossip for an hour. Girls still whispered. They didn’t understand why I’d be ok with having a cheating boyfriend. What they thought about us didn’t matter anymore. We were happy.

Me, Tate, Marisa, and Mason learned to coexist at school and after school. Luckily, we lived across the street from each other. If Tate and me wanted to watch a movie, we could relax at my house.

Once Marisa couldn’t hide her growing belly bump any longer, she requested a Haven Saints High teacher to tutor her for the remainder of the school year.

Marisa’s father continued to care for her financially. But she was no longer welcome in their home. Her mother turned her back on her. I had a feeling once the baby was born, they’d get past their bitterness.

The jury was still out on my friends, Megan and Matt. Maybe one day they’d be together. In the interim, Matt was back to his old self king, man whore of Haven Saints High.

EPILOGUE

The crimson V neck long sleeve satin dress drew attention to my breasts. The wide red belt hugged my waist, and the split stopping mid-thigh was sexy. I loved the flowing embroidered lower half of the dress falling over my black strappy stilettos. Connie out did herself.

She was so busy creating mine and Megan’s dresses; she didn’t have time to give much thought about a date. Lake agreed to accompany her to prom.

The blaring music pulsated through my body. Our friends abandoned us and ran to the dance floor. The grand ballroom at the popular Haven River hotel was brimming with girls in sexy dresses and guys in their dashing tuxedos. So why wouldn’t my boyfriend let me out of his sight?

His hand was glued to my waist. My hand swept along his black tuxedo jacket and red bow tie. “Tate, everything all right?”

He smirked. “Yeah, beautiful.”

His hand tightened against my hip.

Matt had to save me.

I waved him over.

He danced toward me. “Hey, doll. What’s up?” He whipped his fingers over the top of his moussed blond hair.

“Will you keep me company while Tate grabs a couple of glasses of spiked punch?”

“Sure.”

Tate’s brooding eyes narrowed. “I’ll be right back.”

I nodded.

“Matt, what the hell is his deal?”

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