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he? Unable to scream, I start to panic, but then he does
the last thing I expect.
    He kisses me.
    He fucking kisses me. His lips are everything he is—hard,
rough and violent upon mine. He even lets go of my wrist just so he
can latch his giant ass hand around my neck and pull me in closer to
him. As if we weren’t already close enough.
    I know he's an asshole for doing it, but the worst part is it's
everything I've ever wanted in a kiss. And I hate myself for that.
    The first chance I get I bite his lip and I bite it hard. When he
groans from the pain I shove him away from me.
    “Fuck!” he hollers with his hand over his mouth. His
bottom lip is red and swollen but I didn't even break the skin.
Dammit.
    “You deserve a hell of a lot worse than that.”
    “Shouldn't you be thanking me? That's probably the most action
you've ever gotten!”
    I stumble away from him and back into the house. “You stay the
fuck away from me. Don't touch me, don't talk to me, and don’t
come near me!” I slide the backdoor shut, locking it behind me.
As I dart off to my room, I glance back to see him banging on the
glass door and silently shouting what I'm sure are obscenities at me.
Now that is a beautiful sight.
    When I get back in my room I slam the door hard behind me and crash
down on my bed. No, on second thought, I better lock it and push a
chair against it for extra reinforcement. Locking him out will only
slow him down—he'll find his way back in. Or he can sleep in
the pool for all I care.
    I fall back on to my bed and shut my eyes. I need to unwind majorly.
I need my books and I need my wine, and thinking about both just
makes me even more stressed. I grab my pillow, throw it over my face
again and scream into it for a good thirty seconds.
    That just might have done the trick.
    Or not.
    The second I roll on to my side, shut my eyes and try to doze off I
start thinking about him. Hell, I can still feel him on my
kiss-swollen lips. I can smell his scent wafting in the air—that
woodsy, dark and surprisingly sweet cologne he wears. And I remember
good and well how his body felt pressed up against mine. Just
thinking about it makes something stir between my legs.
    Oh God, what the hell is wrong with me? I swear he's jinxed me or put
some sort of voodoo hex on me. I've loathed him since sixth grade and
he hated me right back. He treated me like shit, targeted me for no
good reason. He made me the laughingstock of our middle school and
did the same to me again in high school, turning all the older boys
against me. It wreaked havoc on my non-existent dating life even
after he was gone. It wasn't until the latter half of senior year
that the other students started to ease off of me about it.
    But after all of that, now he wants to kiss me? And even worse, I
like it?
    This is so fucked up I can barely even process it.
    I can't sleep and I can't do anything else because of the
distraction. It's only 9:45—I need to get the hell out of here.
    I grab my phone and dial Mallory's number. It rings for what feels
like forever.
    “Hey girl, what's up?”
    I let out a sigh of relief that she's actually home. “Let's go
out. Like, now.”
    “I thought you were on lock down for the rest of the week
studying?”
    “Screw studying. Today has been a train wreck, I'll tell you
why later.”
    “You officially have my interest piqued—I'll be there in
ten.”

CHAPTER 5

    LEAH

    “Wait, David Banducci? That same asshole that used to torture
you?”
    “Yep, that's the one.”
    Mallory looks disgusted as we chomp down on a late night dinner in
her truck. I love how outraged she is on my behalf. “Why would
your dad let him move in when he knows how awful he was to you?”
    “You know how my dad is.”
    “This is a bit much even coming from him.”
    “To be fair it’s not totally his fault. I mean, they have
different last names and he didn’t know a thing about her kid
before they got hitched.”
    “So he married a woman who wouldn’t