Finding Cinderella

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my chest, so I pull away from her.
    “Are you mad?” I ask her, almost blurting out the question between heavy breaths.
    “No,” she says, shaking her head. “Why would I be mad?”
    “Because Val is Tessa and you obviously don’t like Tessa very much and because I had a jealous moment and called Italian men hairy.”
    She laughs. “We’re acting, Daniel. I was actually a little impressed. And kind of turned on when you got jealous. But highly un impressed with the fact that Val is Tessa. I can’t believe you had sex with Tessa Maynard.”
    “I can’t believe you had sex with pretty much everyone else,” I reply teasingly.
    She grins. “You’re a jerk.”
    “You’re a slut.”
    “Will you be at my dinner tonight?” she asks.
    “That’s a really dumb question.”
    A smile spreads slowly across her face and it’s so damn sexy I have to kiss her again.
    “I should get back,” she whispers when I pull away.
    “Yes, you should. So should I.”
    “You first. I’m supposed to be in the administration office clearing up an issue with my schedule.”
    “Okay,” I say. “I’ll go first, but I’ll miss you until you get back to the table.”
    “Don’t make me puke,” she says.
    “I bet you’re adorable when you puke. I bet your actual puke is even adorable. It’s probably bubble-gum pink.”
    “You’re seriously disgusting.” She laughs and reaches up to kiss me again. She pushes against my chest, then slips out from between me and the locker. She puts both of her hands on my back and pushes me toward the cafeteria doors. “Act natural.”
    I turn and wink at her, then walk back through the doors. I casually make my way back to the table and take a seat.
    “Where’s Six?” Breckin asks.
    I shrug. “How should I know? I was busy making out with Val in the hallway.”
    Sky shakes her head and lays her fork down. “I just lost my appetite, Daniel. Thanks.”
    “You’ll have your appetite back by dinner tonight,” I say.
    Sky shakes her head. “Not with you and Val there. You’ll probably be sucking face next to my food. If you drool on my chocolate cake you aren’t getting any.”
    “Sorry, Cheese Tits,” I say. “But Val won’t be at your dinner tonight. I’ll be there, though.”
    “I bet you will,” Breckin says under his breath.
    I glance over at him and he looks at me challengingly.
    “What’d you just mumble, Powder Puff?” He absolutely hates it when I call him Powder Puff, but he should know I only give nicknames to the people I like. I think he does know that, though, because he doesn’t really give me too much shit about it.
    “I said I bet you will,” he repeats louder this time. He turns to Sky, who is seated right next to him. “Six, right?”
    Sky nods. “Six or six-thirty.”
    “I’ll be there at six,” Breckin says. He looks back at me and smirks. “I bet you’ll be there at six, too, right, Daniel? You like six? Is six good for you?”
    He’s on to us. Fucker.
    “Six is perfect,” I say, holding his stare. “My absolute favorite time of day.”
    He smiles knowingly, but I’m not worried. I have a feeling he’s going to have just as much fun with this as I am.
    “All cleared up?” Sky asks Six when she returns to the table. Six nods and takes her seat. Her hand brushes across my outer thigh when she adjusts herself. I press my knee against hers and we both pick our forks up at the same time and take a bite of food.
    Having her here just inches from me and not being allowed to touch her is complete torture. I’m beginning to think I’d rather just lean over and kiss her and take Holder’s ass beating than have to pretend I don’t want her.
    Since the moment she disappeared into her house last night I’ve felt more restless than I’ve ever felt before. I’ve been fidgeting all day. I can’t stop tapping my fingers and shaking my leg. It feels like I want to scratch at my skin when she’s not around, like I’m coming down from a

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