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"So, you ever going to speak to me again?"

My gaze met his then flitted away. It was self-preservation really. One second, and I already felt like I was being pulled in.

"What's there to talk about?" I said.

He tilted his head, trying to capture my eyes again. "Typically when I kiss girls, they always want to talk afterward."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, well, I'm good."

As he pushed off the bus, I turned and started walking.Unfortunately, his long legs ate up the distance and closed the space between us.

"You seem a little tense," he said.

I barely heard him.

When I kiss girls…

Girlsplural.As if I needed the reminder that I wasn't special.

"Do you even know where you're going?"

I paused, feeling him do the same. "I don't."

"Guess you need my help then."

It was impossible to miss the amusement in his tone.

"Well?" I said. "Could you please tell me where rehearsal is sowe're not late?"

After a moment, I finally looked up at him, finding his gaze already on me.

"First tell me why you're so pissed," he said.

"I'm not."

"Yeah, you are."

"No, I'm just tired," I said. "It was a long drive."

His eyebrow arched as if he could sense the lie. "So, you're not mad?"

"Why would I be?" I shook my head. "So, rehearsal?"

Felix studied me for another second then said, "This way, princess."

As we walked side by side, I got the distinct impression that he was frustrated, but for the life of me, I didn't know why.

"Thanks again, by the way," I said.

"For?" he asked.

"Waiting for me."

Felix gave a shrug. "I'm sure you would've preferred Santino, but I offered."

I glanced his way. "No.Why would you say that?"

"Saw you two earlier.Figured you might beintohim. Everyone has their favorite band member."

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