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Chapter 22

Chapter 22

[Marie's POV]

Diena whatever-her-long-ass-name-was looks at me like she just revealed the biggest secret. Her grin is so smug I wanna slap it right off, but what kind of person would I be to stoop to her ditzy ass level? Instead, I shrug. "Sure. Okay." I roll my eyes, moving past her to set my things down by my desk.

The women seems shocked at my reaction, but it's whatever. I'm not believing a word this hoetweed says for two reasons.

1. I trust Ethan to tell me if he was engaged.

2. She looks like a moocher and I'm sure Ethan's not blind to that.

But she does look a little familiar, though.

I stare at the poor excuse for a women a bit longer. The longer I look the more I can see behind that mask of hers. All the way to her perfectly arched eyebrows to her tacky white high heels.

"Didn't you just hear me? I said-"

"You're his fiancé. Yeah yeah yeah blah blah blah. Did we meet before?" I ask getting straight to the point. Or at least ease up some of my confusion as to were I know this chick from.

This time she rolls her eyes, "No, shit."

Potty mouth.

"Class?" She shakes her head, no. I purse my lips in thought. "Hmmm was it on the side of the street where you might work?"

Her cheeks immediately redden as she balls her fists at her sides. "Watchit' bitch."

"You call me bitch one more time you won't be seeing for the next two weeks." I sweetly say, faking a yawn as I plop down on my bed.

Moocher, flicks her black bangs out of her face while folding her arms across her exposed chest. "Whatever." Her lip folds up in that way the mean girls do it but I can clearly see how uncomfortable she is by my threat.

"Strip club?" I guess again which she immediately shoots down. "Grocery store? Oh, who am I kidding you've never touched a piece of meat in your life."

She gasps so loud it almost sounds like she's gulping air. "Do not insult me."

I put my hands up in a waving motion, "Well, if you don't tell me where I know you from then..." I trail off, shrugging my shoulders.

"The Beet. I saw you like awhile ago and you were talking to some chick with blue hair or whatever." She huffs like a five year old.

I thought back to when the first time Dym and I went to the little cafe. It was awhile ago but I remember it. Ethan was an ass that day.

A smile forms on my lips when I remember talking about him. And then I remember this chick walking up to our table with the tackiest pink purse and gold necklace. Oh!

"Oh! Wait." Wasn't her name something else?

"Caitlin Waters. That's my fake name. I have a lot of stalkers." She smiles, almost goading.

Never seen someone so happy to have a stalker let alone multiple but whatever floats her boat is qhatever. I need to get to class and she's not leaving, yet.

"Aren't you his ex?" I raise a knowing eyebrow.

Her face scrunches up in disgust, "No. We had things settled with and now we have an arrangement."

"Uh huh. Okay, so you're telling me you are in an arranged marriage with Ethan, yes?"

"Yep."

"And you, what? Want me to stop seeing him?"