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It took everything I had not to kick him in the balls.

I could stomach him making eyes at me in class. I could even take the letters he left in my locker, sliding them through the tiny grate at the top. But this, this was too far.

"No, I don't want to go back to your place."

He leaned against the wall, arms folded. An easy grin on his face. "But my parents aren't home. We have all weekend."

"We don't have all weekend. I wouldn't spend more than five minutes with you."

He looked hurt, confused. "Why not?"

"Because I don't like you."

"But I have everything," he said, opening his arms and inviting me to look at him. His immaculate brown hair and soft skin. White t-shirt and Nike jacket. Levi's jeans and a belt with Marvel characters on it. I bet he'd never read a single comic. He might have watched Avengers Assemble, but only because one of his many girlfriends forced him to.

I laughed. I couldn't help it. "You really believe that, don't you?"

He frowned. "I do because it's true. Every girl in the school has messaged me asking to hang out, they all want me. But I've chosen you."

I grinned with all the acid I could muster. "Well, thanks for that. But I'm saying no."

I tried to walk away but he put his hand on my arm. When I looked back there was an intensity in his eyes.

"But I love you, Cara."

It took me by surprise. "No, you don't."

"I do," he said. "All the time those girls were after me, I watched you in class. You always knew the answers, you just quietly got on with the work. You helped Nev with his homework. You are so beautiful when you concentrate. Those other girls have nothing on you." He looked at me with all the sincerity he had, a face that he'd probably practised in the mirror for hours. "I want to be your king."

I turned away. "Sorry, I don't need one."

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