After Death, Love Unveiled

Chapter 22

The whole school was buzzing with gossip: Elara had gotten involved with some older guy

But just when everyone thought they had it figured out, Lysander threw a curveball and declared he was going after her too.

Nobody ever imagined lysander would have to chase anyone. Normally, a tilt of his head was all it took to have people scrambling to get his attention.

When Crispin shot him a look of disbeliel, Lysander raised an eyebrow. "What's your deal? Got something to say?"

"Me? No way!" Crispin replied, scrambling to sound casual. No way in hell he was about to voice his real opinion.

He was just stunned that it was Elara who'd caught Lysander's eye. It hit him like a ton of bricks-everything he'd done today was aimed at someone Lysander was interested in.

Suddenly remembering the snarky comments he'd tossed around earlier, Crispin wished the ground would just swallow himm

"Lysander, man, I had no ideal" he blurted out, sounding almost panicked. "If I'd known. I wouldn't have said all that crap to

hert

Lysander just gave a lazy shrug. "Doesn't matter. She's not into you, anyway."

Crispin blinked, taken aback. "Well, shit. That was straight to the point, he thought.

But then he noticed how serious Lysander looked, and his curiosity got the better of him. "So, uh... how's it going with her! Making any headway?"

Lysander let out a frustrated sigh. "She hasn't fallen for me, if that's what you're asking. He was being blunt. Even though he was her tutor now, he believed Elara clearly hadn't developed any feelings for him.

In his eyes, it was obvious her heart was still hung up on Asher. Lysander knew well he might just be a pawn in her little game to get a rise out of Asher,

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But as long as he could be of some use to her, he wasn't going to complain. Being close to her was enough for him, at least for

HOW.

Crispin followed Lysander's gaze over to where Elara stood gracefully in the crowd, her eyes locked in their direction.

The way she'd been calling out earlier, he'd almost believed she was one of Lysander's biggest fans. Now, though, it was clear Lysander was the one doing the admiring

some

group chat was on fire with speculation: [Could it be true? Was Lysander

heels for Asher, practically throwing herself at him, and he didn't even give a damn. He couldn't be bothered to look

in every imaginable way-who'd somehow ended up entangled with

his gym clothes, Asher stormed out, frustration written all

thing, but being so thoroughly upstaged by someone

him feel better, but they were just as stunned as Minutes ago, they would've sworn that

into Elara'

that no matter what Elara Asher would never waver. He

was like the rug had been yanked out from under

Deest

didn't try hard enough. If we'd cheered him on today, then who knows. As Elara stepped out of the gym, her friends pounced on her with curious stares. "Elara,

gave a slight

you guys, like, dating? They'd seen the way Lysander had looked at her, with something more than just casual interest,

her head, a small, knowing smile on her

engaged. But her pursuit of Lysander had everything to do with stuff that happened before she traveled back

no clue. After everything with Asher, she wasn't about to make

shrugged. "Relax, it's just that our families know each other, so we've

suddenly made sense, but one of them couldn't resist asking. "So, is it true your family's, like,

I was some sugar baby being kept by a rich old guy, huh?" Elara cut in,

probably thinking about the rumors they'd heard-how she'd been seen getting picked

whatever the hell you

the whole thing was ridiculous. Like I need some guy

from other classes, Elara

in, she felt all eyes on her, but she was used to

front of her turned around with a sarcastic grin. "We lost the game, and you're still in such a damn good

of Asher's teammates, clearly trying to get a rise

into a lazy smile. "Well, you lost the game, not me. Why

You think you're special just

don't tell me you're pissed he

his mouth shut, unable

later, Asher came back into the

on the wit the most grannaly set the how of

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