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good-looks had to be the hardest thing anyone had ever done on this earth.
    And then I saw them.
    At the bottom of the page, two sentences awaited me, written in a small print that eerily echoed Ash’s left-handed scrawl.
    Silly girl, it read.
    The joke’s on you.

 
    Chapter 4
     
    I didn’t have time to decide what it might mean.
    Suddenly , one hand landed on the locker next to mine, having snaked out from behind me. Three deadly-looking rings glared at me from its tan, slim fingers. Boyish boots came to rest outside my chucks, and a hard chest pressed against the back of my head.
    “What’s that?” asked Ash, leaning over to look.
    I shucked the drawing into my locker. “Nothing. Could you—” Noticing how close he was, I edged away from him. “Mind taking a step back?”
    “Nah.”
    “I’m going to kill you.”
    “Kill me after I look at myself in your mirror.” He flicked a silky tuft out of his eyes, meeting his gaze in the warped surface that reflected our faces back to us. My head was at the bottom. Five foot zero and this was what I had to show for it. “Look at that,” he said. “He’s so fucking hot. I bet he gets lots of action. Threesomes every half-hour—”
    “Verbal porn . Keep it off my damn porch.”
    “Look at that mouth. Don’t you want to kiss that mouth, Zel?”
    Ha. “I’d be better off licking a urinal.”
    “I can think of other things you can lick. One of them is sitting right here.”
    He really thought he was going to get a rise out of me. It was hilarious. “Am I supposed to blush or something?” I said, bored. “Or what?”
    “You have a face made of steel. I don’t expect as much.”
    It was true. I wasn’t that big of a blusher. “Lovely. Okay. The bell is about to ring—”
    That shadow again. Curling along the back of his neck, snuggling up to him. It was gone before I could decide whether it had been there or not.
    Ash was oblivious to my sudden pause. “Ah,” he said. “I almost forgot. What about my tongue, eh, love?”
    “Call me that one more time—” Clenching my teeth, I rearranged my books, making sure to keep the drawing stuck in between my math and English texts. “What about it?”
    Doing the freaky thing that people with tongue piercings always do, he rested a silvery orb between his lips, letting it wedge through. When he saw me staring at it, he flipped it around and did it again, holding back a smile when my parched lips parted. Thirst response was rising. Need that mouth. Need it now.
    He leaned down and placed his face next to mine, his hair brushing my temple. Once again, something cool curled around my waist, bringing me back against him.
    “Thinking of the magic tricks I could do with this tongue, Zel?” he asked, turning his head and letting his lips brush across my jawline. “I’m quite hungry. I can think of a couple of things I’d like to eat.”
    Getting back to my senses, I elbowed him back. “You’re an extra dose of annoying today. Add a side of nasty and a whole entree of douchebaggery and you’re unbearable. And don’t you know the meaning of personal space?”
    He didn’t straighten . “Not when it comes to you, love.”
    “You really want to get shot.”
    “I’ve already been shot. One arrow and that’s all it took.”
    “Your romantic self really scares me. Truly, it’s a terrifying thing.” Before I forgot to give it to him, I took out a card from my back pocket and held it up. A girl had given it to me earlier. For him. “You’ve got mail, by the way.”
    He took it and eased it open. “Always brightens my day.”
    “What the hell are you doing?” I tried to duck out of his hold. “Don’t read it with me here. You’re being mean to the girl who wrote it.”
    “It’s my note and I can share it with whoever the fuck I want to.”
    “You want to share it with me?” No. I didn’t want to read it. I didn’t want to see his reaction, didn’t want to hear him read my feelings out loud. “Do