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she emitted. He had not seen Cassie since this morning, when she had fled the classroom in a n obvious panic. It was not the reaction he had hoped for from her, but at least he knew that she was feeling something too . He just wasn’t sure what.
The crowd suddenly parted, opening to reveal her. She was sitting at a table, an apple held casually in her hand as she stared up at the boy st an d ing at he r side . The boy was tall and muscular, his brown hair curl ed at the collar of his shirt as he leaned forward, resting his hands on the table. She shook her head at him, placing t he apple down as her face hardened slightly. Devon did not like the aggravation that emanated from her; it was more than apparent that she was annoyed by the boy.
“Who is that with your friend?” Devon inquired, trying to sound as casual as possible.
Melissa glanced toward the table, her eyes narrow ed . “Mark Young. He’s been chasing Cassie since middle school; unfortunately he doesn’t take a hint.”
Devon stiffened , h is eyes narrow ed as Cassie shook her head more fiercely at Mark . He already had enough competition in the form of Cassie’s boyfriend for her attention ; he did not need , or want , anymore. “And her boyfriend doesn’t do anything about it?” Though he tried, he was unable to keep the aggravation from his voice.
Melissa frowned at him; her dark eye brows dr e w ti ghtly together over her petite nose. “Cassie doesn’t have a boyfriend.”
Devon’s eyes widened in surprise, his gaze dart ed back to the table a s the tall blond he had seen with her last night appeared . H e nodd ed briefly to Mark before sliding into the seat next to Cassie. L ean ing toward her, he grabb ed a handful of fries from her plate. Devon would have sworn the two of them were together . H ell , the boy had crawled through her bedroom window last night . A nd he had not come back out.
A surprising jolt of anger and jealousy twisted his gut. He had never experienced jealousy before . It was an emotion that had been utterly foreign to him, until now. For most of his existence h e had always taken what he wanted, when he wanted it. He did not like the feeling of helplessness that filled him , and anger was an emotion that he could not allow himself to experience . It was an emotion that he ha d learned to keep tightly under wrap s . Anger made him volatile, and when he was unstable, innocent people were hurt.
Devon took a deep breath as he tried to steady the pendulum of emotions that sw u ng through him . He was beginning to realize that this was a giant mistake. He never should have come here; he should not have placed himself in closer proximity to her. She help ed to salve the ache and hurt in his soul , but she also served to unhinge all of the hard work he had done to keep himself under tight restrain t .
Being around Cassie unbalanced him . He could not allow that to happen, he could not risk losing control of himself and hurting someone, possibly even her. Shockingly, t hat thought was completely intolerable to him. He would rather destroy himself than see her hurt in anyway, least of all by his own hand.
Thou gh he knew that he should leave, h e could not bring himself to move . H e was completely captivated by her as a small smile spread over her full lips a nd she shoved playfully against the blond s itting beside her. T h eir ease , and obvious affection for each other , made it hard to believe they weren ’ t together .
“Then who is that boy beside her?” he asked quietly, his voice tight with the tension that pulsed through him .
M elissa glanced toward the table; a bright smile lit her exotic face. “Oh, that’s just Chris.” He glanced at her in confusion . “They’ve been best friends since they were born, more like siblings actually.”
An immense , startling sense of relief flooded him as he glanced back at the table. Their blond heads were
The crowd suddenly parted, opening to reveal her. She was sitting at a table, an apple held casually in her hand as she stared up at the boy st an d ing at he r side . The boy was tall and muscular, his brown hair curl ed at the collar of his shirt as he leaned forward, resting his hands on the table. She shook her head at him, placing t he apple down as her face hardened slightly. Devon did not like the aggravation that emanated from her; it was more than apparent that she was annoyed by the boy.
“Who is that with your friend?” Devon inquired, trying to sound as casual as possible.
Melissa glanced toward the table, her eyes narrow ed . “Mark Young. He’s been chasing Cassie since middle school; unfortunately he doesn’t take a hint.”
Devon stiffened , h is eyes narrow ed as Cassie shook her head more fiercely at Mark . He already had enough competition in the form of Cassie’s boyfriend for her attention ; he did not need , or want , anymore. “And her boyfriend doesn’t do anything about it?” Though he tried, he was unable to keep the aggravation from his voice.
Melissa frowned at him; her dark eye brows dr e w ti ghtly together over her petite nose. “Cassie doesn’t have a boyfriend.”
Devon’s eyes widened in surprise, his gaze dart ed back to the table a s the tall blond he had seen with her last night appeared . H e nodd ed briefly to Mark before sliding into the seat next to Cassie. L ean ing toward her, he grabb ed a handful of fries from her plate. Devon would have sworn the two of them were together . H ell , the boy had crawled through her bedroom window last night . A nd he had not come back out.
A surprising jolt of anger and jealousy twisted his gut. He had never experienced jealousy before . It was an emotion that had been utterly foreign to him, until now. For most of his existence h e had always taken what he wanted, when he wanted it. He did not like the feeling of helplessness that filled him , and anger was an emotion that he could not allow himself to experience . It was an emotion that he ha d learned to keep tightly under wrap s . Anger made him volatile, and when he was unstable, innocent people were hurt.
Devon took a deep breath as he tried to steady the pendulum of emotions that sw u ng through him . He was beginning to realize that this was a giant mistake. He never should have come here; he should not have placed himself in closer proximity to her. She help ed to salve the ache and hurt in his soul , but she also served to unhinge all of the hard work he had done to keep himself under tight restrain t .
Being around Cassie unbalanced him . He could not allow that to happen, he could not risk losing control of himself and hurting someone, possibly even her. Shockingly, t hat thought was completely intolerable to him. He would rather destroy himself than see her hurt in anyway, least of all by his own hand.
Thou gh he knew that he should leave, h e could not bring himself to move . H e was completely captivated by her as a small smile spread over her full lips a nd she shoved playfully against the blond s itting beside her. T h eir ease , and obvious affection for each other , made it hard to believe they weren ’ t together .
“Then who is that boy beside her?” he asked quietly, his voice tight with the tension that pulsed through him .
M elissa glanced toward the table; a bright smile lit her exotic face. “Oh, that’s just Chris.” He glanced at her in confusion . “They’ve been best friends since they were born, more like siblings actually.”
An immense , startling sense of relief flooded him as he glanced back at the table. Their blond heads were
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