Zane's Point Of View “Is it just me, or is Celia glaring at you?”I stiffened, my fork pausing halfway to my mouth. "What?"Charlie nodded subtly toward the table near the doors, where Celia… tall, blonde, and permanently unimpressed, was sitting with a group of her friends. Sure enough, her sharp eyes were locked onto me, her expression a mix of disdain and something I couldn’t quite place.I exhaled sharply, setting my fork down. "Great," I muttered. "Just great."Charlie’s smirk was evil. "Oh, Zane," he said, his voice dripping with false sympathy. "Did you piss her off again?"I shot him a glare. "I exist," I said. "That’s usually enough."Charlie barked out a laugh, leaning back in his chair. "You do have a talent for making enemies," he said, his tone amused. "It’s almost impressive."I groaned, rubbing a hand over my face. "I don’t need this shit right now," I muttered.Charlie’s smirk softened just a fraction. "Yeah," he said, his voice quieter. "But you’ve got me. And carbs.
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