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After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)

“You trying out for cheer next year?” the boy asks, his deep brown, almost black eyes looking me up and down.

“Me? No, I’m just on my way to yoga class,” I stammer. We are the only people in this hall.

“Oh, that’s too bad. You would look phenomenal in a skirt.”

“I have a boyfriend,” I announce and try to move around him. He blocks me.

“I have a girlfriend . . . what does that matter?” He smiles and takes a step, cornering me.

He doesn’t appear intimidating at all, but something about his cocky smile makes my skin crawl. “I need to get to class,” I say.

“I can walk you . . . or you can skip and I could show you around.” He puts his arm up on the wall next to my head, and I step backward with nowhere to go.

“Get the fuck away from her.” Hardin’s voice booms from behind me, and the creep turns his head to look at him.

He looks more intimidating than ever in long basketball shorts and a black T-shirt with the sleeves cut off to reveal his tattooed arms.

“I’m . . . sorry, man, I didn’t know she had a boyfriend,” he lies.

“Did you not hear me? I said get the fuck away from her.” Hardin walks toward us, and the lacrosse player backs away quickly, but Hardin grabs hold of his shirt and slams him against the wall.

I don’t stop him.

“Come near her again and I’ll crack your skull against this wall. Do you understand me?” he growls.

“Ye-yes . . .” the guy stutters and rushes down the hall.

“Thank God,” I say and wrap my arm around his neck. “Why are you here? I thought you didn’t need any more PE classes?” I ask.

“I decided to take one. And good thing.” He sighs and takes my hand into his.

“Which one?” I ask. I can’t imagine Hardin being athletic at all.

“Yours.”

I gasp. “You didn’t.”

“Oh, yes I did.” His anger seems to be dissolved as he smiles at my horrified expression.

 

chapter sixty-seven

TESSA

Hardin makes it a point to walk slightly behind me, and I suddenly want to go back to the tenth grade when I would tie a sweater around my waist to hide myself.

His voice is quiet as he says, “You’re going to need to get more of these pants.”

I remember the last time I wore yoga pants in front of Hardin and the crude remarks he made, and those yoga pants weren’t as tight as these. I laugh lightly and grab his hand to force him to walk next to me instead of behind me.

“You aren’t seriously taking yoga.” No matter how hard I try to picture Hardin posing, the image just won’t come.

“Yeah, I am.”

“You do know what yoga is, don’t you?” I ask him as we walk into the room.

“Yes, Tessa. I know what it is, and I’m taking it with you,” he huffs.

“Why?”