THE DINNER
I seethe glaringly with rage; was he trying to remind me with every opportunity that he got of last night? Just last f*****g night! “If you enjoyed being with me, why don't you say so and stop stalking Alexander?" I sneered. "Oh... Sorry. Did you say stalk? Last time I checked, you kept flipping over my path." He raised his brows, and I hated how much I even wanted to smooth it out. He came down from his bike; I turned and saw Sara standing at another end with her phone. What the— “So Jordan can't skate?” he mocked. I glared. “How does that concern you?” He raised his hands in surrender and smiled. “I could teach you,” he whispered. “Get the f**k out of here," I spat and turned to go. “I could teach you all the things you don't know about Jordan," he drawled. My eyes dimmed, a
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