"No, I'm not jealous," the girl continued, though her tone suggested otherwise. "I just think someone needs to put her in her place before her head gets too big. She was a nobody just two weeks ago!"
The person on the other end—Brittany, presumably—said something that made the girl roll her eyes dramatically.
"Whatever, Claire," came the tinny voice from the phone. "You've been obsessed with him since he transferred. Just admit you're mad he chose the weird dream girl over you."
"That's not—" Claire began, but stopped abruptly as she sensed a presence behind her.
She turned slowly, the phone still clutched in her hand. The call forgotten as she found herself face to face with a stranger who seemed to have materialized from the shadows themselves.
Ezra towered over her, his tall frame
