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Ebony was looking for any guy to take her mind off not having a mate. She had a plan in her little head - turn eighteen, find her mate, and settle down. When that didn't happen at the beginning of the year, she got bored of waiting and started sleeping her way through the ranks. She was as much of a player as Taylor and me, but nobody dared call her a slut because they would have us to answer to.

The classroom door opened abruptly, and in walked King Dick, also known as Blake Falcon. He was half an hour late and didn't seem bothered by the teacher’s glares.

"Winters," he grumbled, slumping into the chair next to Allie. He looked at whatever she was drawing and chuckled.

That spiked my interest in her picture.

"Where you been, Blake? Making me suffer English by myself is mean you know." She shot him a small smile.

They were positioned in the middle row, but I could hear every word crystal clear. Advanced hearing did have some benefits.

"Chase blew a tire on the car, and we didn't have a spare." He pointed to her drawing. "That eye is bigger than the other."

She cursed under her breath and started to erase something. "So, you walked. You must have hated that."

"You don't know how much." He put his arm over the back of her chair and leaned back getting comfortable.

"You sure they are just friends?" I asked Taylor, not taking my eyes off her. "They look a bit more than that."

"Well, if they are, they are the perfect couple, both as nasty and mean as the other," Ebony piped up.

Allie Winters, you interest me, but I don't do drama. I shrugged my shoulders, sighed, and let it go. I was wasting my timethinking about her.

I decided to change the subject. "So, this weekend, how about we head to the coast seeing as nothing is happening here?" Taylor nodded in agreement and, well, Ebony was bouncing with excitement.

Just like that I stopped thinking about Allie Winters and started thinking about the trouble the three of us could get up to this weekend.

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She was bathing in lust. Her sexual drive was high, and it was setting me on fire. My wolf wanted to have some fun, nearly as much as I did. She continued to run her hands down my back, under my t-shirt. Her nails just leaving a mark, it was turning me on to no end.

"Excuse me," a snappy voice followed by a pound on the locker caused me to break our kiss.

"What?" I sneered, clearly annoyed. Rachel was breathless and pushed up against the locker - just how I wanted her. I was more than ready to take her, and here was Allie Winters standing with a glare on her face.

"You are in my way," she spat. Her eyes flickered to Rachel, who was still struggling to get her breath back. "You know it’s third period, Barbie? You are missing the gossip session in the toilets."

Suddenly, Rachel pulled her hands away from me, looking startled. "Sorry, Zane, I have to go." She pushed me slightly away from her, and I watched in horror as she walked away.

Rachel never pushed me away. Slowly and painfully I glared back at Allie. Her emerald eyes were narrowed, and she was not afraid to glare back just as hard.

"What the hell is your problem?" I snapped. She had just cost me an easy score!

"You and her being against my locker is my problem!" she snapped back, and forcefully pushed me out of her way.

I watched her twirl her combination around before unlocking her locker. "Seriously, you couldn't just move the show up a few lockers?" she grunted.

"You better be careful, Allie, or I might think you are getting jealous." I watched smugly as she quickly spun around to look at me disgusted.

"Jealous, are you mad, Zane?"

I noticed the pictures of her and the Falcon boys glued to her locker door.

"Mad no, but I know a jealous woman when I see her."

I was just trying to stir her up. She had annoyed me after all, and I just wanted to annoy her back. Seeing the disgusted look on her face made this idea even better.

"Oh, go die in an STD pool, would you?" She slammed her locker door shut, having already dumped her school books in it.