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“Dickweed.”
I was leaving the library and sighed because, of course, we had psych together earlier and he ignored me. He’d been ignoring me since we cut him out of handling Harper, but now my brother was wanting attention.
I stopped. I considered it.
Fuck it. I kept going.
“Hey! I said DICKWEED!”
I whirled around. “Keep f*****g insulting me, and we’re going round two.”
Blaise slowed to a stroll, that same damned f*****g smirk there.
He did it again.
I wanted to deck him just for that.
“What do you want?” I snapped, knowing we were getting attention and knowing some of them were giggling girls and frat douchebags, because when I was around my brother, we were attention magnets. His soccer stardom had been growing since we started school, and half the guys around knew Blaise
