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“Hello ladies, mind if I join you?”
Arghh . . . Damn it! What does this guy want now?
“Yes. We. Mind.” Zoe glared at Rowan which the later ignored.
“Leanna, how about we go out this Saturday?” he said, voice louder than usual as if letting the whole people know that he was asking me out.
“Look, it’s Rowan. Is he asking that girl out?”
“Seems like it. As expected of the player, that girl is hot.”
“Heh, I guess we can ask Rowan how she tastes like after he’s done with her.”
“I never peg her to be like that. But I guess the rumors are true. That girl will do anything for money.”
“Must be hard since her family is just middle class. She needed the extra cash.”
My face remained unperturbed as I ignored the whispers and the annoying guy.
“Rowan, Leanna will be having headaches this weekend, so don’t add up and scram the fuck off.”
Rowan didn’t put Zoe in his eyes as he swept me with his lustful gaze.
“Leanna, go on . . . Don’t be shy, ask me out . . . ,” he slurred, tone huskier.
But all I heard was the voice of a dirty old man, squeaking for attention. I had goosebumps!
“Alright. Go out!” Zoe spat, glaring at Rowan.
Rowan finally shifted his eyes at Zoe. “Babe, don’t worry. If you want my attention, all you have to do is beg me,” he said and winked.
Zoe crossed her arms and beamed. “Sweetie, my standard is higher than your dick.”
Rowan frowned and poured all his attention at Zoe. “Babe, you’ll be surprised. This thing here . . . ,” he pointed at his groin, pushing it forward, “has a choking hazard label on it.”
Zoe flipped her hair and checked her nails. “Isn’t it the one they usually put on small things?”
I almost choked from laughing so hard.
Rowan’s whole body burned red. I didn’t know if it was from anger or embarrassment. I’d wager both.
“Sweetie, leave the sarcasm and insults to the pros. You gonna’ hurt yourself. Go sit on a cactus.” Zoe smirked and winked at him.
Rowan’s face twisted in conflict. It was like he wanted to strangle Zoe, but he was hesitating because she was a girl. Instead, he bolted out of the cafeteria as fast as he came.
Waving her fingers at the retreating man, Zoe’s smirk never left her face. She then gave me a long hard stare.
“Why is that asshole targeting you?”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe because of a certain someone whose name starts with the letter ‘H’ and ends with the letter ‘Y’.”
“Argh! Those bitches can really use a life!” Zoe stuck out her tongue with a scowl on her face before she grimaced. “Be careful, Rowan has a notorious reputation,” she warned.
He wanted to play with fire? Then don’t cry if you get burned.
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