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but don’t leave a trail of broken hearts in your wake.

You’re better than that. I’m writing this down because

I’m not going to be around to tell you this when you come of age...

Stupid fucking words on a stupid fucking journal.

Words I followed.

Yeah, I was a prick and probably a million other things, but I didn’t lie to girls. I told the truth to my fucking detriment. But it was times like these that it would be so much easier to lie.

It wasn’t like I was short on offers.

If I wanted sex, I could have it.

But I didn’t just wantsex. I wanted it with Six. I wanted a lot with her.

Dammit.

She had some fucked up hold over me. I didn’t like it, feeling out of control, but I was also sort of hooked on the fantastic fucking way she made me feel. That buzzing feeling I got when I was around her was addictive as fuck. One look from her and I was undone. I honest to god felt like I had been sucker punched in the chest whenever she looked up at me with those big silver eyes.

And when she gave me shit?

It was so fucking hot.

I didn’t understand any of this, either. I couldn’t make one bit of sense of my feelings or actions. I only knew that I had to have her…

“You staking claim on her now?” I heard Mason calling out in the parking lot. Seconds later, he was by my side. “Mercedes,” he confirmed with an impish grin. “She yours now?”

“She sure as shit ain’t yours,” I shot back with a growl as I stalked to my truck. I needed to get out of here. I felt agitated and unpredictable. Bad fucking combination.

“You serious about her?” he asked, holding a bunch of blood soaked tissues to his nose.

“Not your business, Mase.” Unlocking my truck, I tossed my bag in the back seat before rounding the truck. “You should go ice that,” I added before opening the driver’s side door.

“Thought so,” Mase replied with a knowing smile. “Knew you wouldn’t put that mess with Britt to bed if you weren’t hung up on another girl.”

“I’mnothung up on anyone,” I shot back, lying through my fucking teeth. “I’m…”

“You’re what?” Mase asked, grinning when I didn’t finish my sentence.

Ruined. I’m fucking ruined.“I’m leaving,” I muttered before slamming my door shut and cranking the engine.

Mercedes

“HOW WAS SCHOOL TODAY, Mercy?” Amelia asked me the moment I got home from work on Tuesday night. She was sitting at the breakfast bar, looking intently at me. Her blonde hair framed her face like a halo of gold, making her look much younger than what she was.

“It was fine,” I told her. “I didn’t seeyouanywhere though.” I thought that was pretty weird. Amelia was a sophomore. In any of my old schools, I would bump into kids from different grades all day long. But then again, Ocean Bay Academy was the first private school I had ever stepped foot inside. Maybe it was different here.

“Our lunch schedule is different to the seniors,” she informed me with an easy smile. “And most of my classes take place in the west wing of the school.”

“The west wing?” I raised a brow. “How many wings are there?”

“A lot,” she chuckled. “The Academy is pretty big.” Understatement of the century. “You know, if you joined the girls soccer team, we would see more of each other.”

“Pass.” I fought back a shudder. “I’m not into sports.”

She looked at me in surprise. “Any sports?”

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