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Me: Leave it with me. I’ll speak to them.

My angel: Asher…

I grin. That message is a warning.

Me: Don’t “Asher” me, angel. I won’t tolerate you anywhere near Brody. I don’t trust him.

Her response is immediate, and I can’t help but smile.

My angel: But you can trust me. Let me handle this.

I read over her words again.

Yes, I do trust Remi. My angel isn’t the issue here.

The fucker that is trying to tear us apart is.

ChapterThirty

REMI

Today feels ominous.

I have this uncomfortable feeling that something bad is going to happen.

My stomach is in knots after last night, even if I forgot about it for those minutes when I was caught up in my pleasure with Asher. I know he did it for that reason, to make me forget, but I’m not complaining. I was in bliss. Everything felt right in the world. Now, I just feel anxious. I’m waiting for the moment that Louis Carrington shows up and tells Principal Abernathy what he saw. There is no way he’ll let it go, and I am not about to be blackmailed into dancing—or worse, sleeping—with him. I know in my panic last night I mentioned giving in to his demands, but I would never really do it.

Whether Asher was in the picture or not.

“Boo.” A feminine voice beside me makes me jump and clutch my chest.

Glancing over, I find Jessa laughing at me. “Jesus, Jess, don’t creep up on people like that.”

She laughs harder. “I called your name, but I don’t think you heard me. You look lost in your own little world.”

I sigh. “Yeah, I had a long night.”

She frowns. “You want to talk about it?”

I smile, shaking my head. I like Jessa, but I have never been one to talk about my personal life to anyone except Asher. Call it a trust thing. “Nah, its nothing. I’m okay. Promise.”

She eyes me for a long beat before speaking. “Okay. For the record, I don’t believe you, but if you want to talk, just know that I’m here.”

A lump forms in my throat at Jessa being so nice. I wish I could tell her everything, but what would I say? I am fucking, am in love with, and am living with our math teacher. His ex-best friend, who happens to be the English teacher, knows and is threatening us. And if that isn’t bad enough, the most popular guy in school’s father is a patron of the strip club I used to dance at, and he also knows about my relationship with Asher? Yeah. No. It’s giving me a headache just thinking about saying it out loud. “Thanks. You’re a good friend, Jessa.” And I mean it. I’ve never had friends. Girls always took an instant dislike to me, and since I’ve gotten older, guys only look at me as if I’m their next meal. It’s bullshit, really, and cliché, but it’s how it seems to be.

The homeroom warning bell sounds, telling us we have five minutes to get to class. Jessa jerks her head. “I better go. See you at lunch?”

I nod. “Yeah. See you later.”

Punching the code into my locker, I grab the books I need for first and second periods. I groan when I pull my English book out. I hate having to go to Brody’s class, but there is nothing I can do about it. The administration told me as much when I went into the office this morning.

“Morning,Crystal.” I tense at the stage name I used at Legs Eleven and spin around, expecting to see Louis, but instead, I come face-to-face with his… son.

Fuck. Logan stands there with an arrogant smirk on his face.

I scowl at him. I could deny everything he is surely going to say, but what would be the point? It’s clear his father has told him about my time as a stripper. “What do you want, Logan?”

He leans against the lockers, looking smugger than I have ever seen him. “I had an interesting conversation with my father this morning. Imagine my surprise when he told me that the girl I have been wanting to date, used to take her clothes off just to make a buck.”

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