over her. I begged him to put anger in my heart because still wanting her back after everything that had happened felt incredibly pathetic, and I didn’t want to be that guy. But I was. I’d wanted her back more than anything at the time.
And as I took in all five foot ten of her dark skin and jet-black hair, I knew exactly why I’d fallen so hard in the first place. Hayley was jaw-droppingly gorgeous. Way out of my league physically, even now, three years later. She’d given an eager freshman with confidence and daddy issues the right kind of attention at just the right time. And in return, I’d given her my heart and fallen head over heels into what I thought was going to be some sort of epic fairy-tale romance for the ages.
Instead, I’d fallen for the spawn of Satan who got off on humiliating me in front of my entire team and never once apologized for it.
“I’m two classes short,” she started to say, and I’d almost forgotten that I’d asked her a question. “I have to take them this semester, or I never would have, and my dad would kill me if I didn’t get my degree.” She popped a piece of bubble gum that was in her mouth before seductively licking her lips and batting her eyelashes at me.
“Why are you at my party? Why are you in my room?” I tried my best to sound like a dick, but she was fluent in wielding her body for power, and she knew it. Too bad her satanic charms no longer worked on me.
“Heard you had a great summer in Washington,” she practically purred.
She wasn’t wrong. I’d had a stellar summer, but how did she know about it?
“What’s your point?” I asked, realizing that she thought she could jump right back into my arms if I was stupid enough to let her.
“My point is that I bet those scouts are looking at you now. You’ll probably get drafted this year, and you know that’s all I’ve ever wanted for you.”
She took a step toward me, and I took one back, a sick laugh escaping from my throat.
“You don’t give a shit about me,” I growled.
Her jaw dropped open in mock shock. “How can you say that? After everything we’ve been through?”
This chick was seriously delusional.
“After everything we’ve been through? Don’t you mean, after the hell you put me through? You crushed me,” I admitted, and it felt good to say it out loud. Maybe because I wanted her to feel bad about what she’d done to me, and here I was, giving her the chance to admit she was an actual human with feelings.
“I crushed you? I crushed you?” she shouted. “You embarrassed me! In front of the whole school!” she kept yelling, and I realized that she wasn’t sorry for any of it and she never would be.
Only a demon or a robot could look at our situation and not feel even an ounce of remorse. I decided that she had to be both.
“Get the fuck out of my room,” I said, and she pretended to be shocked by my dismissal.
“But we could be great again, Mac. A true power couple,” she added, and I wondered what part of the power she provided to this fictional coupledom because the last time I’d checked, she was looking for some coattails to ride.
“Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. My. Room,” I said, enunciating each word so there would be no misunderstanding.
“You can’t be serious.” She cocked her head and glared at me. “I know you haven’t dated anyone since we broke up.”
“Don’t take that the wrong way, Satan. It has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me.”
“Maybe you’re not over me, and that’s why you can’t move on. You miss me. You still want me.”
She closed the space between us, her acrylic nails running down my chest, and I wanted to give myself a blue fucking ribbon for resisting her. I’d never thought I’d be able to do that, but here I was, wishing she’d choke on her own tongue rather than ever putting it in my mouth again.
“Get off me.” I moved out of her reach. “Didn’t you hear me? I said, it has nothing to do with you. Now, go find some other athlete’s life to ruin.”
She huffed. “Well, I heard Dayton’s getting drafted. Maybe I’ll go see what he’s up to,” she goaded, assuming that I’d care because I