"I didn't ask to be in the middle of your ego-battle," I grumble.
Blake pins me to my locker, hands resting on either side of my head. "Well, you got it in anyway, Darling," he whispers. His face is inches away from mine and damn me for licking my l...
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I can't believe what Jack told me.
He's the best hacker I know, so when he told me that there's no records of an Alan Chimpunk, I had to believe him. My reasoning was that maybe she changed his name to protect his identity, but then Jack told me that there's nothing about Amber ever having a boyfriend on social media. What he also mentioned is that all her accounts were deleted before she moved to Tygerwell.
That's about the same time I realized that Amber shouldn't be underestimated nearly as much as everyone's already had.
When I arrived at the party, everyone was gawking.
Crossing territories is just asking to get killed, but it'll all be my territory soon enough in anyway.
The East-gang's inner-circle were at the scene faster than I could blink. Of course Rhodes wasn't there with them. Worst case scenario: He's already in bed with Amber. Best case scenario: I can stop them before it actually happens.
I went looking everywhere and it's only now, on the top-floor hallway that I find them.
And they kissed.
RHODES KISSED AMBER FIRST.
"Well, that confirms the fake-boyfriend," I say after Amber pulls away. Relief floods me more than I'd like to admit. Everyone knows it's over after Rhodes gets a girl in bed. He's a bloody pimp for a reason!
"You can't be here. This is the East-side, Bowmen," Rhodes slurs after realizing what's happening. His words are slow - probably because he's keeping himself from murdering me. Or because he got himself drunk. Or just both.
"It'll all be my side soon enough," I say before walking over to them.
"You want another fight; is that it?"
"Get. Away. From. Amber."
"You have no say over Goldy on this side of town," Owen says before taking two swaying steps towards me and throwing a sloppy punch. The guy is an excellent boxer, but something tells me he's had too much to drink.
