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little bit, Cooper? It was fucking peanut butter and dog shit.”
    “It doesn’t matter. It’s still vandalism, Kayla, what part of that do you not understand?”
    “The bitch needed to be taught a lesson!” He shakes his head as if I’m being ridiculous. “You know, it’s really nice how fast you jump to her defense and blame everything on me.” Hurt starts creeping in, mixing with my anger.
    He throws his hands up. “What the hell are you talking about? I caught you red-handed committing a crime, how the fuck is it not your fault?”
    “She fucked with my car first!”
    “Then report it. Don’t act like an immature adolescent!”
    I grind my teeth, his comment taking my anger to a whole new level. “Of course you’re taking her side. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised since you’re still fucking her.”
    He tenses, clearly caught off guard by my statement. “What did you just say?” he asks, his tone deadly calm.
    “You heard me.” Now that I think about it, it makes sense. Why else would he be there? “Did I ruin your booty call for you, Cooper? Is that what you’re so pissed off about?” Just the thought has me feeling sick to my stomach.
    “Watch it, Kayla, you don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”
    “No? I had a nice little visit from her today after your game. She waited by my car just to tell me how you guys are still screwing. Of course that was after she wrote slut on my side mirror with her lipstick.”
    Out of the corner of my eye I see his grip tighten on the steering wheel, but I don’t look over at him—too afraid of what I will see. Is he mad because it’s a lie, or is he mad because I found out? I think about the way she hung on him today at the ball diamond and how he didn’t push her away.
    His silence is all the confirmation I need, and the pain that slices through me is so intense that it hurts. I try to hold on to my composure, not wanting him to know how much he has hurt me.
    I’m thankful when we finally pull up into his parent’s driveway a minute later. I bolt out of the car and quickly rush over to my house, not wanting to be around him for another second, but he intercepts me by grabbing my arm. “Whoa, hold up, baby, we are nowhere near fucking done here.”
    His baby has me losing all control. I rip out of his grasp and spin around. “What?” I spread my arms out wide. “You gonna arrest me, Cooper, over fucking peanut butter and dog shit?”
    “Would you stop fucking shouting and listen to me for a goddamn minute?” he snaps under his breath.
    “No! I don’t want to hear any more. You can go fuck yourself!” I turn back around and start off again but I don’t make it far. With a low growl he grabs me from behind, then picks me up and hauls me toward his house. “What are you doing? Let go of me!” I kick and fight, needing to be away from him. I’m so close to losing it; I can feel tears flooding my eyes and I don’t know how much longer I can keep them from falling. He plows through his back door, almost knocking the thing off its hinges, then hauls me into his kitchen. “I mean it, Cooper, let go of me.” I fight harder, even more desperate for escape when I feel hot tears slipping down my cheeks.
    “No, you are not going anywhere until you fucking hear me out!” He spins me around, his expression fierce, but it immediately softens when he sees my tears. “Jesus, Kayla, I’m not fucking her.”
    “Don’t lie!” I grind out through the burning ache in my throat. “I saw her hanging all over you after the game.”
    “Then you didn’t look for very long or you would have seen me push her away! I’ve had nothing to do with her since I broke up with her and I don’t want to. I haven’t fucked anyone in the last year because some pain in the ass blonde has been consuming my every fucking thought!” I gape at him, almost certain that he’s talking about me. At least he better be, or the other blonde pain in the ass is going