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What the hell? Nate Henderson had never paid attention to Dora Sterling before. Ever. They had a history from middle school. Some stupid rejection thing that made Nate hate her guts. He used to call her Teddy and laugh about it with his friends. They avoided each other like the plague. So why was he looking at her like that now? My brain started connecting dots I did not want to connect. The party at the hotel. Dora is disappearing to the library. Nate is leaving his own party early. Both of them have been acting weird since then. No. No way. That was impossible. Right?

He pointed out change his words when Diane ready to spat. "Ummm." You really don't want to do it. “No. I’m fine” she recalled with a sighs. "Come on, Diane, it's not like you went fantasy and had a secret if you wear this you looks like nerd right, or anything like that ? it’s nothing like you thinking but it is about what you see and you need …" commend Nick with a casual grins, when he’d showed his black glasses just make Diane’s smiles before she’s laughs.

She lived nearby, close enough that by the time we finished eating at the attached diner he was already dropping hints about dipping out. I didn't care. Solo room sounded perfect. After lights out I could stretch out, watch some highlights on my phone, maybe rub one out thinking about the sorority girls from the host campus who'd shown up to the pre-tourney mixer earlier. They'd been all over the place in tiny shorts and crop tops, laughing too loud at our dumb jokes. Yeah, that was the plan.

I was a bit relieved she was smiling that means whatever is on the screen is not that bad right? I took the phone from her and scanned through it and the knot in my stomach tightened itself even further. 'Campus nerd Evelyn has hockey god David Hawthorne wrapped around her p***y' A video of David dragging me off and when he confronted Tommy was shown overly edited and dramatic. "What!!" I spat out glaring at Daya. I thought the nerd stigma was gone along with high school, it turns out I was wrong after all. "This is bad, this is really bad" I ran my fingers through my head aggressively.

Daria Nate stared at me for a second, his eyes dark with want as my body screamed for him to choose the first option. I was Daria Page, always in control, but right now, I was seated on the edge of my table, my blouse open, skirt hiked up and my assistant's bare chest inches from mine. He leaned in finally, a grin spreading on his face as he spoke quietly. “You got protection?” I scoffed, my hands still on his chest. “That’s your question? Shouldn’t you be asking if I’ve had any action lately?”

He only laughed, threw her a wink, and turned that same invitation on me. If I could have rolled my eyes harder, they would have popped out of my head. During the two years that followed, Dorian managed to prove every tabloid rumor about him dead-on, racking up offense after offense at school… sneaking cigarettes, drinking underage, messing with drugs, sneaking girls into his room. Every incident mysteriously brushed aside.

*** By the time Skeet pushed through the glass doors, it was already dark. He didn't even know why he came. To question Norah? Thank her? Or just... get an answer. How did he lose seven years, step by step? The elevator opened. The hallway sat quiet. Everyone was gone. Except one office at the end, lights still on. Norah's. Skeet stepped up to the door. Before he could push it open, her voice slipped out. "Oh, stop rushing me... I know, I know..." Low. Sweet. Fake.

, she smiled, "your Mom and I were in a discussion about you boys. We were almost rounding up. Do you know that she has no idea what Naruto is?" The boys had excitement in their eyes as she mentioned the anime. "Mom's old school", Nathan chuckled, "did you watch the last episode?" "Watch it?" She scoffed, "I have all the seasons on my laptop". "It's official. She's an American angel". Josh seemed spell bound. "Kids. I want to hire Lacey as your new nanny. What do you think? I promise to listen this time". Merinda quipped.

Chapter 9 By Friday, Norah felt like she could sink through the floor. Every hallway, every classroom, every corner of campus had her name buzzing through it. “She’s a model. My cousin swears she saw her in a magazine.” “No way—she turned down a movie role in. Her mom wanted her in nursing.” “I heard she doesn’t even wear deodorant. She just smells perfect.” The whispers trailed her like gnats. Norah hugged her books tighter and ducked her head. This wasn’t the kind of attention she wanted—she never wanted attention at all.

He is on the same swim team as Dior, broad-shouldered and, frankly, the dumbest werewolf on earth. A few girls giggle at the comment, and one girl, the one Marcus is currently dating, sends a mocking glance my way. Her name is Gloria, and I watch her whip her dreadlocks over a bony shoulder upon eye contact, and I roll my eyes before returning to my food. "She is such a pig," Gloria speaks in this disgusted tone as if the mere idea of someone healthily eating upsets her. "Isn't that her second helping?" Dior turns around, eyeing me with his infamous mocking expression. His trademark smirk takes control over his lips, and I inwardly recoil. Every time I meet his gaze, it's like taking a direc