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Her phone vibrated inside her bag as she reached her table, and she quickly put her tray and bag down before scooping her phone out.
Priscilla:What ARE you doing?
Priscilla:What’s taking you so long to reply?
Fawn: Are you sure you have to ask? You can always check it on the school’s CCTV, can’t you?
Priscilla:I’m not a stalker.
Fawn bit back a smile.I didn’t say that, prince,she thought.You did.And crazy fool that she was, she actually felt just a little pleased that the prince cared enough to check on her.
Fawn:I didn’t say that. You did.
Priscilla:You were thinking it.
Fawn:I wasn’t.
Priscilla:Liar.
Fawn:Text you later. I’m starving.
Priscilla:Come join me. I’m out with my friends.
Fawn almost dropped her phone.Was he kidding?She knew all about his friends, and they were all like him. Too rich, too good-looking, too perfect. Did he really think she’d be able to manage a single bite while surrounded by his friends?
Fawn:Maybe next time.
She was about to take her seat when she heard a feminine voice call out her name.
“Fawn Cornwall?”
Turning around, she saw a brunette hurrying towards her—-
Oh.
Idiot,Fawn thought.I should have told the prince I was joining him.
Yes,her other self said darkly.You should have.
Well, too late now.She struggled to hang on to her smile as the girl that Grant had sex with came nearer. It was the same girl, and even though she had only caught a glimpse of the girl’s face, she would bet her life on it.
She would recognize that long brown hair anywhere, would never forget the way Grant had gripped it so tightly while his body pounded into hers.
And those long, slender legs –
She would never forget the way those legs had wrapped around Grant’s waist, banging against bare buttocks in rhythm with every thrust and groan.
Oh yes, it was her.
And the fact made Fawn want to throw up.
She found herself clutching her phone tightly as the girl reached her, elegant and poised in a Burberry dress and high heels.
Was this why Grant chose this girl over her?Fawn’s jaw began to ache at how hard she was smiling. Because this was the kind of girl he liked now, the kind that dressed for school like it was an A-list party where everyone had to shine or die?
And there was nothing wrong with that, really,Fawn thought numbly. What was wrong was for Grant not to let her know that he no longer liked the kind of girlFawnwas.
“You’re Fawn Cornwall, right?” The other girl was blatantly self-assured, her perfect smile with her perfect white teeth meant to dazzle. “I’m Lou Merrill, the vice president of the student council.”