A False Heiress's Guide to Love and Power

Chapter 401

When York Tate spotted him, Tammie Quincy happened to glance over at the same moment. Their eyes met–sparks flew in the air.

York smirked. He almost flipped Tammie the finger, but Alessia Morton’s words echoed in his mind. He held himself back, feeling a little deflated, and looked away with a disinterested shrug before stretching out his arms and legs.

Some people just couldn’t help themselves–they always had to stir up

trouble.

“Don’t go thinking you’re all that just because your team took the relay,” Tammie sneered, swaggering up to York for all to see. “Without your lead runner, you’re nothing special.”

“Yeah? At least we’ve got someone we can count on,” York shot back, unable to hide his disdain. “Unlike you guys—losing by nearly half a lap and still shameless enough to make excuses.”

York had never liked Tammie, and he certainly wasn’t about to let him walk all over him now. If someone came looking for a fight, they couldn’t blame York for giving them one.

Letting Tammie walk away feeling smug would have been York’s own failing.

“Some people can barely make it through a hundred meters without falling apart,” York taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Just don’t start whining about being tired when you lose.”

“Yeah, and I’d be worried if someone can’t even keep up with the slowest runner on the track. What excuse do you have then?” Max chimed in, standing nearby.

Growing up with Max and Alessia, York had learned a thing or two about the art of verbal sparring. He might not have surpassed his mentors, but he certainly held his own.

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and Tammie stormed off, but not

wait! Don’t come crying when

for talking tough–Tammie barely lasted two exchanges

started calling out names for the lineup. York ignored Tammie and followed the teacher to get his number. Fate, however, seemed to have a

Tammie.

luck out there,” Tammie sniped, voice laced with mock sweetness.

only grinned, unfazed, and looked straight ahead. The cocky grin melted away, replaced

starting pistol fired, York sprang from the blocks like he’d been shot out of a

and tore after

had to offer, neither willing

tuned out everything and everyone. He didn’t care where Tammie was; all he saw was the finish line, and he

first.

limit, trying desperately to pull ahead. With the finish line looming, he panicked, stretching out a hand, but York

behind him, York poured on every ounce of speed. He

in the next instant, everything spun out of control. Tammie shoved him from behind. York tumbled forward, hitting the ground hard–rolling head

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