The crisp scent of expensive cologne filled my nose."What do you want, Damien?" I asked, keeping my back to him. I refused to let him see the way my hands were shaking."You dropped this."I turned around slowly, bracing myself. Damien stood there, holding a worn, black ballpoint pen. It was the cheap type that came in a pack of ten, the one I had been using during Psychology class. It looked completely ridiculous in his hand.I reached out to take it, but he didn't let go immediately."You have a lot of nerve calling me out in front of everyone," he said quietly. The bored expression he wore in the student center was gone."I was just greeting an old acquaintance," I replied, lifting my chin to meet his gaze. "Or is that against the Westridge social code?"Damien let go of the pen suddenly, stepping back. He looked down at me with an unreadable expression."Let's get one thing straight, Elena," he said, and the way he spoke my name made a shiver run down my spine. "We aren't acquain
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