Chapter 8

Relief washes over me as I glance around and realize that everyone else has gone back to minding their own business. I suppose I'll have to get used to things like this happening; after all, I am sitting at the popular table. “Jasmine, aren’t you going to introduce us to your gorgeous new friend? She must be pretty special if she’s sitting at our table,” said one of the guys sitting beside Dante. His skin was a deep shade of chestnut, and he had umber, clipper-cut hair. His eyes reminded me of milk chocolate. She rolled her eyes, dismissing Rashaad's comment with a wave of her hand. “Shut up, Rashaad. I just didn’t want to bring attention to her and have y’all thirsty asses lusting after her.” She gestured toward me with a sly grin. “Everybody, this is Angelique. Stay away from her. I promise she could pull guys way better than any of y’all.” Dante folded his muscular arms and smirked at me. I blushed, quickly looking away. I’ve never been so flustered just by someone looking at me be