Xander’s POV“She is her own person. Get that through your thick skull. I can’t believe you and I grew up in the same home.”“Is that what you think this is?” Zach moved like he was drunk. “She’s mine. You stole her from me.”Zach wavered, swaying slightly on his feet. His face was flushed, either from the alcohol or the anger—or both. He took a step toward me, his fists still clenched, and for a moment, I thought he might actually try to hit me.“I hate you,” he muttered, his voice trembling. “You think you’re better than me. You think you can just take whatever you want.”I shook my head, feeling a mix of anger and pity. “You’re drunk, Zach. You don’t know what you’re saying.”But then, before I could react, he lunged at me, his fist swinging wildly. It was a sloppy, uncoordinated punch, and I easily dodged it. He stumbled forward, losing his balance, and crashed to the floor in a heap.“How about…” I tried to help him up but he kicked my leg which had me stabbing back.He jumped to
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