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splashing crimson all over my pale skin. “No,” I whispered low when he continued to stare me down, waiting for an answer.
    “What the hell do you care?” Jasmine had regained her composure, all the haughty bitchiness back in full force.
    Because just like Christopher had called her, she was exactly that.
    A bitch.
    Jasmine tossed her hip to the side, going for a sexy, seductive pose that made me want to hurl.
    A voice rumbled from the side. “He obviously cares nothing about you, Jasmine, so why don’t you be on your way.”
    I tore my attention from where it was fixated on Christopher to the origin of the voice.
    Jared Holt.
    Here I was, surrounded by two guys who commanded attention wherever they went, Christopher Moore and Jared Holt. I couldn’t tell which of them was better-looking. Any of the girls at the school would have died to have either one of them.
    But there was something about Christopher’s dark hair and the overt mirth and tease that gleamed bright in his emerald eyes that just about brought me to my knees. He was gorgeous. Beautiful. And a little bit terrifying. He was trouble with a capital
T
.
    And I didn’t do trouble.
    Jasmine ignored Jared and instead backed an inch away, glaring at Christopher. “You’re an asshole.”
    Christopher edged in closer to my side. As if he was taking up
my
side.
    My head reeled again.
    “Yeah?” His nose curled with distaste. “And I can smell your nasty cunt from over here.”
    My eyes went wide with shock. I couldn’t believe he’d just used the C-word. That was the dirtiest of dirty words. But it just rolled off his tongue as if he used it all the time.
    He probably did.
    My skin zinged when he gathered me up close, tucking me under his arm to shield me from the stifling hostility radiating from Jasmine.
    “Let’s get you out of here,” he whispered, moving to shuffle me toward the school’s outdoor hallway.
    With his arm slung over my shoulder, he shifted enough to look back, lifted his free hand high in the air to flip Jasmine off. “Stupid bitch,” he shouted out, before he turned and whisked me away.
    I shook my head, staring at my feet as I rushed to keep up with Christopher’s long, confident stride, trying to make sense of what had just gone down. I blinked and attempted to slow down, whispering the words from my raw throat. “You didn’t have to do that, you know.”
    Christopher scoffed, still taking up his protective stance at my side. “Yeah, I did.”
    “Why?” I couldn’t stop the question from escaping my mouth. It was a genuine question with an answer I wasn’t sure I could really understand.
    Christopher just shrugged. “Because I’m tired of watching that rabid bitch treat everyone around her like shit.” He glanced at me, all that bold arrogance playing around his face, but something serious blanketed his eyes. “And I sure as hell am not gonna stand around and watch her messing with you.”
    The nerves rolling around in my stomach got confused with the attraction I’d always felt toward him.
    But that attraction had always been from afar.
    “Come on… let’s grab some lunch. I’ve worked up an appetite putting Jasmine in her place.” Christopher tossed me a casual wink and turned me toward the cafeteria.
    Overwhelmed by it all, I allowed my wary feet to drag me to a standstill. “You don’t even know me.”
    A step ahead, Christopher stopped when he realized I was no longer at his side, his pivot slow as he turned to face me. His expression pinned me to the sidewalk and left me without breath, the sudden burning intensity of his green eyes branding me.
    He erased almost all the ground between us, swallowing up the personal boundaries I had so firmly set in place. Everything lit inside of me. Places that I’d had no idea existed flamed to life in front of this beautiful boy.
    Cocking his head to the side, he captured my dumbfounded gaze. “I know your name is Samantha Schultz. I know you sit one row over and