“She’s not my friend,” Creed corrected in a bored tone that drew everyone’s attention. He scooped up his bottle of water and without even bothering to look in Cassy’s direction he said, “As for my type, an easy lay over the summer isn’t either,” and then took a drink. Ethan whistled. “Ouch.” Cassy’s face molded into a scowl before she stormed away. Creed’s aquamarine’s eyes met mine. “That’s what it looks like when I don’t like someone.” “Noted,”
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