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    I continued. “You’re too boring. Dull, flat, and predictable. Not worth my time to even pursue sex. Stop wasting my time.”
    She looked horrible now, almost on the verge of breaking down.
    “What were you thinking?” This time, I allowed her to respond, but she didn’t get much out. 
    “I-I don’t know.” She just stared down at the floor and tried to stop herself from crying.
    I didn’t feel bad about what I’d done. She deserved it and more. I didn’t show mercy to those who tried to attack me or my friends.
    I was about to go in for the kill when she looked up at me with tears in her pretty, green eyes and said, “I’m sorry for trying to do this to you. I really am.” At that, she broke down and started crying. I had no choice but to take her in my arms.
    “Claire, it’s okay. You’re not the first girl to try to hurt me. Or use me for that matter.”
    The tears still streamed down her cheeks and doubt clouded her eyes as she peered at me like she was searching for answers. “I’m boring? I’m not worth anyone’s time?” These questions were genuine. She was done playing games.
    “From what I can tell, yes, you are boring. But I can only say that you’re not worth my time. I don’t know about anyone else. Why did you try to pull this on me?”
    “Sara told me to…”
    Bingo. Sara, my ex-girlfriend from last year, had been trying to undermine me for a while now. She was an overemotional, overdramatic bitch who wanted nothing else but to be the center of attention, and anyone else who was different from her could go to hell. I was surprised that Claire friends with her. I would have thought that Claire would threaten Sara with her looks.
    “You’re friends with Sara?” I honestly didn’t know if she was or not. Sara wasn’t a traditional popular girl. She was a thespian, and she controlled the theatre department with an iron fist.
    “Yes, I am. We met, like, six times before Tristan’s party.”
    I never really bothered to learn who Sara’s friends were.
    “My bad, Claire. We should leave. School is almost over and you don’t want people seeing you like this. Let’s get you to your car.” I might have been a ruthless psychopath, but I did have a soft side every now and then. We went to her car and I rubbed a tear off her cheek. “You’re okay. Trust me. My opinion changes. Just not very often.”
    “Can I change your opinion now? Do you want to go somewhere where it’s only you and me?”
    Wow. Just wow.
    “No, Claire. You just tried to catch me on saying, ‘Let’s have sex.’ I’m not going to sleep with you.”
    She drove off and left me alone at the café. I went back inside and finished off my coffee. The barista came over and sat next to me. She was cute, looked to be in her early twenties, and had blond hair and blue eyes.
    “You okay?” she asked.
    “Yeah, I’m fine. Just dealing with average teenage girl stuff, you know?” I laughed and checked her out. She was very attractive.
    “I’m Christine. And you?”
    “Christopher. We have similar names, Christine. I hope you don’t mind sharing that similarity with me.”
    We locked eyes for a second. Then she shifted her gaze.
    “How old are you, Christopher?” she asked.
    “I’m eighteen, you? And please call me Chris. All my friends do.”
    Her eyebrows raised over narrowed eyes at my response. “Twenty-one. Chris, you look old for your age.”
    “And you look perfect for your age. What’s your point?”
    She laughed and continued. “Smooth, smooth. Why don’t you come back to my place? I need a lift home anyways. My friend gets off after I do and she was going to take me home. My car’s in the shop.”
    “That sounds great.”
    We got up and headed to my car outside. When I stopped at my Corvette, she laughed.
    “Seriously, where’s your car?” she asked.
    I clicked the unlock button and winked at her.
    Her eyes widened in response. “Some kind of eighteen-year-old,” she said as she got