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way Corey’s fingers feel trailing over my jean clad thigh…
    “I know you’re thinking about it….” he utters, his teeth biting into his bottom lip. Fuck, I can feel my ovaries exploding already.
    “Is asshole bothering you?” Declan asks, his voice the reasoning I need to remind me that this is a very different side of Corey. He has always been aggressive and possessive, but now it’s as if he won’t take no for an answer. It’s as if he’s determined to show me why we are better together than apart.
    I direct my attention to Declan, wondering when the professor is going to start bitching because we’re talking so loudly.
    “Don’t…” I start to say, but am interrupted by a caveman, AKA Corey- fucking-Winchester.
    “Didn’t I tell you once before that she’s mine?” Corey menacingly questions. His eyebrow is raised at Declan, and I feel like I’m in the middle of a UFC fight that’s about to occur.
    “Let’s not do this here,” I plead, anxiety filling my voice. The last thing we need is to be kicked out of class.
    “Didn’t I tell you once before that real men don’t leave their women when they find out they’re pregnant? It doesn’t matter what kind of bullshit you’re going through in your life, she and that baby come first. Always.” There’s a finalization in the way Declan says always.
    And like the idiot I am, I sit there like a gazelle between two male lions whose faces are filled with an all-consuming rage. I know why Corey feels the way he does, but I’m puzzled by the way Declan is acting.
    “Stop!” I demand, turning to Corey. My gaze swings around the room as a small amount of classmates begin observing our argument.
    He gives me a bewildered look before saying, “You want me to stop? Something tells me that’s doubtful, baby… As for that asshole over there, he needs to take a couple steps back before I make him.” Corey’s words are directed at Declan even though he’s looking at me.
    “Corey, just stop. You’re making a scene. A really huge…” I can’t finish getting the words out of my mouth before Declan is up and around me, his fist aimed right at Corey’s face.
    Gasps surround us, including my own, as everyone watches in horror. Whispers ensue as the professor takes notice of the whole predicament.
    A hit lands on Corey’s gorgeous face, and I cringe at the very thought of bruises marring his face. Then I do something I never thought I would do again: I defend him.
    Standing, I separate Declan and Corey by putting my body between them. If they’re going to hit each other, they’re going to have to go through me first.
    “Stop!” I yell. Declan lowers his bloody fist, and I look over to examine Corey. His nose is bleeding, and he has a cut on his lip. Declan looks as if he isn’t hit at all, but there’s a darkness in his eyes that I can’t describe.
    “I…. I’m sorry…” Declan sputters as he turns around, grabs his stuff, and runs out of the class. I stand there, stunned by everything that just occurred.
    “Mr. Winchester, Ms. Jones, I would like you to leave class for the rest of the day.”
    With every class member staring at me, I pick up my shit and walk out the doors with Corey directly behind me.
    “You know this all could have been avoided…” His voice echoes off the walls and penetrates my brain.
    I continue to walk away, my pace picking up. It does me no good, though, because in a few short strides, he’s directly in front of me.
    “Are you listening to me? This all could have been avoided. If you wanted me to know what it felt like to have my heart ripped out, all you had to do was say so.”
    “What would the point of that had been then?” I question, just on the edge of breaking.
    “It would have been easier than going through all of this,” he fumes, gesturing to whatever this is.
    “No. It would have just been easier had you believed what I said, had you just walked away like you planned to.” The words are out