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next to him.

“Never,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes and turning to look down at my books again.

“Come on, Valley. Don’t be such a bitch.”

Nice.

I ignored him even when he continued to talk about me loud enough for the whole class to hear.

“He’s a dick,” the girl next to me said with a pitiful smile.

I looked up at her, remembering her name being Naomi, and shrugged her comment but most importantly her pity off my shoulders.

“I don’t care what anyone in this school says.”

“I wish I could do the same,” she told me with a sigh.

“Why? You’re not getting bullied or anything, are you?”

“No, but being as careless as you are is what most of the girls at this school thrive for. I even pulled up my skirt and opened a few more buttons to dress like you.”

I looked at her uniform and sighed. “You don’t have to be like me. That’s never gotten anyone anything.”

“But boys want you. And you reject them like it’s nothing.”

Naomi was naïve. Even more than Kennedy.

“Just…be yourself, okay?”

That’s the best advice I could give her and any other girl at this school.

I was nervous to see him again, and while I waited for Riggs to knock at my door, I had already changed five times.

What the hell was I supposed to wear knowing he would rip my clothes off anyway?

I finally decided on a dress with a cutout on my stomach and a low cut at my cleavage.

It fit me perfectly, hugging my hips and breasts tightly.

Just as I was about to put away the clothes I decided not to wear, the doorbell rang and I walked over to the window to look outside where Riggs’ car was now parked next to mine.

My heart skipped a beat, and I quickly ran downstairs to open the door and greet him.

“Hi,” I said as he stood in front of me with a grumpy look on his face.

Someone’s in a mood again, I thought, leaning against the door and looking up into his eyes.

“Wanna come in?” I asked as he didn’t talk, and with a raised brow, he stepped inside.

“Hard day?” I asked, thinking that might’ve been the reason why he didn’t talk.

“No,” he growled, looking around the foyer and then staring back at me with a deep frown between his brows.

God, something was up but he wouldn’t tell me.

“Want something to drink?” I asked.

Maybe alcohol will help loosen him up a little.

“Show me to your room,” he ordered, pulling his hands out of his pockets.

Getting it on right away. Fine with me.

I rolled my eyes before turning around, but he didn’t miss it.

His hand grabbed a fistful of my hair and he pulled me back against his chest with his lips close to my ear.

“Don’t ever fucking roll your eyes at me again, understand?” he spat, pulling at my hair tighter and making me cry out.

“Yes,” I croaked out, a little taken aback by his harshness.

I had gotten used to him being this bossy and rough, but this was different.

Something definitely was off, but maybe it was just something in his personal life I had no business knowing about.

We weren’t that close anyway.

“Move,” he growled, letting go of my hair again and then following me upstairs to my room.

I stopped in the middle of it, watching him while he looked around and let his eyes take in every inch of my bedroom.

He walked around slowly, staring at my laptop for a while before moving over to my bed.

His fingers traced my covers, then my pillow and lastly my bedside table.

“You’re acting weird,” I told him truthfully.

His eyes met mine again as he walked back toward the open closet door. “You think?”

“Yeah, and I’m not sure I like it.”

He let out a laugh and shook his head, then he looked inside my closet and turned back around to look back at my bed.

“How many men have fucked you in here before?”

“None.”

“Bullshit.”

I raised a brow. “I’ve never had a guy over, Riggs.”

He not only sounded but also looked jealous.

He stayed quiet again, moving to the other side of the bed now and making sure to check out every inch of it.

I kept my eyes on him and crossed my arms in front of my body, questioning what the hell he was doing.

“And virtually?” he asked, making me stand up straighter, pull my shoulders back, and lift my chin.

“What do you mean?”

Shit…where was he going with this?

I didn’t have my webcam clipped to my laptop as I put it away