CHAPTER TWENTY

I don't hear from Alessandro again for the rest of the weekend. Maybe I should stab him in the dick, too. He's ghosting me, and I still have some pride left in me, I will not be the one to text him first.

I'm standing in line for my coffee on Monday morning, looking at my phone, wishing a message would come through like some lovesick puppy when someone taps me on the shoulder.

A beautiful blonde smiles at me, or it looks more like a sneer. "Hi, rumor has it you're dating Alessandro Moretti."

What is up with the blondes?

I refrain from rolling my eyes. "Sure."

And why the hell are people suddenly feeling the need to be talking to me? They've never bothered me before.

"Well, watch your back, bitch!" She hisses in my face. "He belongs to my cousin, and she won't back down easily from trash like you."

This is not the first time someone has called me trash. I've been called the name countless times by people from home, but this is the first time I've been called it here.

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