FATE and FURY

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"What?" Jalon snaps, catching her watching him out of the corner of his eye.

"Nothing. You just seem... interesting," Astrea replies, still studying him.

He turns, propping his head on his hand, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "What's so interesting about me?" he asks with a smirk.

"The fact that you think you could ever get with me," Astrea retorts, locking eyes with him and matching his smirk.

Jalon's smirk fades. He sits up, annoyance flashing across his face. "What's your problem with me?" he demands.

"I don't have a problem with you. I just know your type," Astrea says, sitting up to face him, her arm resting on the bed.

"My type? You don't even know me," Jalon fires back, standing up, clearly irritated.

"I don't need to know you to know how you operate, Jalon," Astrea counters, squinting at him as she turns to face him fully.

"And how exactly do I operate, Astrea?" he asks, his expression unreadable.

"You're the guy who sweet-talks the new girl just to get in her pants. The guy who kicks someone out right after sex without caring how they'll get home. The guy everyone falls for, only to end up with a broken heart. That's who you are, Jalon," she declares, standing up and staring him down.

"And what's that based on? That I forgot your name? Or that all your friends eye-fuck me?" Jalon shoots back, stepping closer, a smirk playing on his lips.