“I’m Ava, and I’m not interested,” I deadpan. Fury flickers in his eyes, and he quickly covers it with a pretentious laugh. “You have no idea what you’re missing.” I tap a finger on my bottom lip. “Still no.” His face contorts in anger. He reminds me of Draco Malfoy from the Harry Potter movies: platinum blond with blue eyes, but, unlike Tom Felton, he’s not attractive at all. “Moore, if she says no, she means no,” Drake exclaims, his gaze heavy. “Go away.” “Whatever.” He storms over to the guys from the team.
