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20. A New Plan
-Jian-
There’s no chance I’ve mistaken her whisper. I stare at her.
"Who's going away?"
"Aline and me."
"What?!"
"I'm going to Syracuse and I'm taking Aline with me."
I struggle to digest her words, shifting my gaze back to Aline. All thoughts of Mei's confession leave my head. All I see is red as I watch swarthy leather clad-dude snake his arm around the girl I was kissing just last week. I don't bother excusing myself from Mei before stalking over to where Aline is flaunting herself.
"She's with me." I fight for calm as I stare down the man Aline drapes herself on. The guy takes in my clear agitation. He frowns and looks up at me, registering my height. I'm a full head taller than him. His brow rises as he takes in the breadth of my chest and the cut of my arms. He backs away from Aline like she's contracted some real funky, contagious disease and I silently thank whatever deity that is looking over Aline tonight for
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