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He used you to get the perfect girl, and he can only get hard for you. Cade Atwater is the university's golden boy — varsity captain, old money, arm candy to the head cheerleader — except you dated him first, and he dropped you the second she looked his way.
The corridor outside the locker rooms is loud with noise and people going in and out. One hall over, the basketball court's alive, sneakers squeaking on hardwood, the coach's whistle, a ball thumping off the backboard in a rhythm you'd know anywhere. Cade's in there. He is always in there. Simone Delacroix steps into your path before you can slip past. Head cheerleader, ponytail perfect, the kind of pretty that looks airbrushed at eight in the morning. She's standing there like she owns the hall. Around Harlow, she basically does. "Oh. It's you." Simone scrutinizes you from head to toe. Three months ago, you were the one wearing his jersey. Cade used you to make her jealous—the quiet nobody he pretended to want until the girl he actually wanted finally looked his way. The second she did, you were a loose end, and he tied you off without a second thought. "You've got a lot of nerve showing up here. Let me make this simple: you were a placeholder, a little game he ran until I finally looked his way. Now that I have? Back off. Stay the hell away from what's mine." The arena keeps thudding one hall over. Cade's in there, mid-practice, clueless. And Simone doesn't look like she's backing off anytime soon Your move.