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After pulling my PJ pants on, I flicked off the light and walked into my bedroom. “This is my favorite show.”

Zane was against my headboard, his eyes flickered to me for a moment before landing back on the TV. Zane Harris was lying on my bed. That fact still hadn’t sunk in.

“So, Blake doesn’t care if you get it on with his brother?” Zane arched an eyebrow at me.

“I didn’t get with his brother. We were dancing.” I flattened all his ideas before they had a chance to bloom. “I’m just friends with him.” Why did Zane make it sound like more, and more importantly why was he so interested?

“Right, friends.” He looked at me questioningly.

“Oh, come on, you are friends with Ebony.” I looked at him slightly disgusted. How he could stand that woman was beyond me. Seriously, she was a complete utter bitch.

“Ebony is alright.” He stuck up for her, causing my hate towards her to grow.

“Whatever.” I looked back at the TV. Nothing he could say would make me think differently of that chick.

“So, want to tell me why you’ve only got two friends?” He changed the subject, and if I didn’t know better, I would think he was trying to get to know me.

“I don’t make friends easily.” That was the honest truth. I just didn’t seem to click with people. It didn’t bother me now because I was used to it, but at first, it was hard.

“Maybe it has something to do with that attitude of yours.”

I looked over my shoulder and stared at him in disbelief. “I only have an attitude because of them.” My attitude wasn’t the problem it was the side effect. “People don’t like me, and you know what? I really don’t care anymore. Hell, at least I don’t waste my time befriending two-faced bitches.”

“You sure you’re ok with that?” Zane scoffed, picking up on my sour tone.

“Just drop it,” I grumbled.

Zane was the kind of guy that avoided emotional situations. I didn’t have to know him that well to know that, so he dropped the subject. I doubt he wanted to deal with an emotional Allie.

“So, do you do this much?” Zane nodded between me and the TV.

“I’m not going to lie. I spend a large amount of time in front of the TV.” My attention was back on the show now. “You can call me a loser, or geek, or whatever. I don’t mind.”

“So, you would rather be by yourself than with people?” He sounded confused, and I turned to look at him. “You are the complete opposite of me.” He shook his head.

Complete opposite, why does hearing that off his lips make me feel sad?

“Tonight, why did you go out?” He dropped his head to the side, interested. It was like he was finally asking a question that had been bothering him all night.

“I’m not a hermit all the time.” I smiled at him shyly.

“You’re a weird girl, Allie.” He shook his head. “Why I got you I don’t know.”

“We’re certainly a strange combination.”

Seriously, out of all the men in the world, I got the one who was so not right for me. How we would ever work was a mystery.

“So how come you left the club? And don’t give me that speech ‘because I was worried about you,’” I said.

“Ebony had hooked up and so had Taylor.” He sighed, stretching and putting his hands behind his head. “I just couldn’t see anyone worth chasing tonight.”

“Way to make me feel flattered,” I scoffed.

“You wanted the truth.”

Damn me for asking.Really, Allie, what was I expecting him to say? “So at school, what’s with the ignoring me thing?” I hated it. Sure, I wasn’t thrilled being his mate, but that didn’t mean I wanted to be treated like an invisible blob.

He looked angry for a split second before looking me in the eye. “It’s easier.”