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started dating him,” I continued. “You knew he liked me, and you went for him anyway.”
    She stepped forward, glaring at me, and I was suddenly afraid she might hit me. She’d done it before. “It was paybacks for Wes.
    Besides, Colin liked me better,” she said through gritted teeth.
    I just smiled at her. “Then why did I date him for three months?” I countered. “He obviously liked me better.”
    I was realy hoping she wouldn’t bring up Wyatt. He was the final nail in the death that was our friendship and the one person I didn’t have a snappy retort for when it came to what happened between the three of us. Besides it was just disrespectful if she brought him up now, but I think she knew that. Thankfuly she didn’t go there.
    “Whatever,” Alexis said, glaring at me. “Just stay away from my boyfriend.”
    “I wouldn’t touch him with a ten-foot pole,” I said, gesturing to Connor who was appraising us from a few feet away, looking slightly offended by either my comment or his girlfriend’s behavior. I wondered if this was the first glimpse he had into seeing that she was a psycho-bitch. “He’s al yours.”
    “Everything okay?” Connor asked, choosing that moment to step in between us.
    “Everything’s fine,” I said, not bothering to look at him and simultaneously wondering why he felt the need to butt in.
    Instead I just pushed past them into the classroom, taking a seat in the middle of the room, my face burning with anger. I slammed my backpack to the ground and dug out my notebook.
    I took deep breaths in and out to calm myself. It had been awhile since I’d let Alexis get under my skin like that, and I didn’t like the way it was making my blood boil. I’d gotten used to her jabs the year before about me being a lesbian as she passed me in the hal or the comments she made to her friends under her breath about how I was whore. I’d learned to ignore her, but it seemed I’d lost my ability to do that in the three months since I’d last seen her. I was fired up.
    How dare she accuse me of stealing her boyfriend?! Again! Connor Richmond was seriously the last person I wanted to date – mostly because I was pissed off at him for hitting my car, but also because there was no way I’d want Alexis’s sloppy seconds.
    I puled out my phone to text Wyatt, knowing he was the only person who’d understand. He hated her as much as I did. I wondered if he was even up. He’d caled me the night before to tel me he was headed to some party with some guy he’d met at the gym, and he was al excited. Apparently his gaydar had kicked in, and he’d made eyes at the guy from the treadmil the day before. To his surprise the guy had come over talk to him and they’d ended up grabbing coffee. Then they’d made plans to go out on Sunday night.
    I wasn’t sure I’d ever heard him that happy. I didn’t think I could have been happier for him, but I certainly hoped he’d be up that morning to listen to me bitch about Alexis.
    “Hey,” a voice said from in front of my desk.
    I looked up mid-text to see Connor looking down at me apprehensively. He shifted his backpack on his shoulder uncomfortably, and I wondered if he was so wrapped around Alexis’s finger that he was now going to continue her battle. Wel, bring it on. I was already pissed off. He would get my wrath.

    “What do you want?” I asked abruptly, looking back down at my phone, my fingers typing rapidly, as I tried to get off the note to Wyatt before class started. I hit send, but Connor stil hadn’t responded to my question. I looked up at him pointedly, raising my eyebrows to let him know it was okay to answer. Maybe he was slow.
    “Are you okay?” he asked, completely surprising me.
    I felt my face screw up into a look of confusion mixed with annoyance. “Yeah, I’m fine. Why do you care?”
    I was wel-aware of the fact that I was being a bitch to him, but I just didn’t give a shit. I was super-pissed after my encounter