Taming the varsity player
"Right. The great Mike Weller. God, you really are as arrogant and rude as everyone says, aren't you? You think just because your family owns half this town and has old-money wealth, you can just dictate who gets to speak to her? You don't own her, Mike. You're just a privileged, brainless varsity jock who uses people for entertainment."
I didn't flinch. I didn't blink. My expression remained entirely stone-cold, completely unbothered by the insults hurled at my character. I had been called arrogant my entire life; it meant absolutely nothing to him.
"Five seconds, Grey," I murmured smoothly, my jaw clicking once.