Automatically, my rebellious eyes go to the pool area, where Reanna stands behind her friend, with her arms crossed, watching me. The other boy, the one who looks like a football player, says something, and the blonde laughs. Then that asshole Evan walks up to Reanna again, sliding his arm around her waist and speaking in her ear. His lips curl in a slimy smile, and I’m about to come off the bar when she elbows him away impatiently. If that motherfucker thinks he’s going to touch her… Her eyes haven’t left mine, and I lift my chin. I want her to come back to me. I tell myself it’s because I
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