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for his next conquest. Sabrina's known as a sure thing, screwing every guy she goes out with on the first date. Her parents are always out of town, unlike my constantly hovering father, so the possibilities of Ryder getting regular romps with her are endless. She can have him and his small cock. With as many guys as she’s been with she’ll probably laugh when she sees Ryder’s for the first time tonight.
    Over the last two weeks the asshole's been spreading explicit details about fucking me to anyone who will listen. I've even heard one rumor where he said I’d let him record us in the act, which is complete bullshit. He does have a topless photo of me that he took with his phone, and I'm almost certain a few of Ryder's friends have seen it. God, I'm so stupid.
    "What's wrong?" Jude asks against my ear, making me realize I've stopped dancing.
    After I shake my head, he spins me around to face him. His beautiful, dark eyes assess me, seeing more than I'd like him to.
    "Find him?" he asks in understanding, clenching his sexy, chiseled jaw.
    "Yep."
    "Where?" he asks, looking over in the direction I've been glancing in.
    "Um, blonde hair in a white tux with red vest and tie, standing beside the girl in a red dress." 
    "Oh, you are so much hotter than that skanky cum-dumpster he’s with. And that scrawny, pussy-ass dweeb probably can’t open a fucking pickle jar on his own. Do you want me to kick his ass?" he asks, making me laugh at his compliment and offer.
    "Nah, he's not worth it."
    "Then do you want to keep dancing or take a break?" 
    "Break," I say, even though I don't want him to stop touching me.
    "Let's go find something to drink," he suggests. My heart falters for a few beats when Jude absently reaches for my hand and intertwines my fingers with his before leading me out to the hallway where refreshments are being served. I've only had two sips of my Diet Coke when he finishes his entire bottle of water.
    "Thirsty?" I ask.
    "Yeah. It's hot as fuck in here with all this shit on."
    "You could take some of it off," I reply. He arches a dark eyebrow suggestively before shrugging out of his black jacket and throwing it over his arm while he rolls up the sleeves on his white dress shirt. "Better?" I ask, thinking he looks even hotter.
    "For now," he says with a smirk.   
    Is he implying that he'd like to take off more clothes later? Oh, I beg the prom gods above for just one chance to see Jude Malone naked.
    "I'll be right back," he says, nodding to the restroom down the hallway.
    "Okay. I'll be...here."
    Once he disappears I take a few deep breaths now that I can relax a little. The man is so intimidating he has me constantly on edge.
    Apparently I let my guard down too far because I don't notice Ryder's approach until he speaks. "Ah, Sadie. Did you decide to come alone after all? That's just sad," the asshole says from behind me.
    I straighten my spine before I turn around to face him. Why did I ever find that sneer attractive? "What do you want, Ryder? Other than to be a dick like usual, I mean."
    "Oh, was it so good you're still thinking about my dick?" he asks, his hazel eyes raking up and down the length of my dress.  “I told the whole baseball team that I couldn’t get your mouth off of it. They didn’t believe me, so I showed them the proof.”
    I turn to flee since I don't want the reminder of being stupid enough to ever touch him, and have no interest in letting him embarrass me any further. Instead of escaping, I run right into a hard chest.
    "Whoa, you okay?" Jude asks, steadying me with his hands that are grasping my upper arms.
    "Yeah, sorry."
    "Don’t worry, sweetheart. I've got you," he replies with a dimpled smile, shocking me with the sincere weight of his words.
    "Wow!" Ryder exclaims and then snickers from behind me. "How'd your dad convince him to be your pity date tonight?" 
    Oh God . Is that why Jude offered? Because of my dad? No, it couldn't be since my dad had refused to let me come