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"Since when?"

"Since about two hours ago when we broke up."

"But…you and Brisa were like Chariot High's power couple," I said.

Sam chuckled. "If you say so."

"I do. So would anyonewho saw you two together. I mean, you're Bam."

"Never liked that name," he mumbled.

"Why not? It's an awesome couple name."

Sam grunted.

"I just can't believe it," I said, still processing the news. Brisa and Sam were no longer. The couple to end all couples had cut ties. "You must be pretty sad, huh?"

"It's not a big deal."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really," he said, reaching toward the radio. "You good with music?"

"Sure," I murmured.

Itwas obviously still too fresh. I'd heardbreakups were difficult—though I'd never experienced one myself. Sam probably needed time todeal. Whatwas it he said? Ithad only been two hours since the breakup?

That wasn't nearly enough time to get over your lost love.

My mind was brimming with questions.

There was still so much I didn't know.

But itwas none of my business. Just because I wasinsanely curious did not mean I had the right to pry.

Let it go, Scarlett.

Heartbreak isn't easy, and you don't want to make it worse.

I decided to sit back and enjoy the warmth surrounding me, the twinkling stars that seemed to watch from overhead, the gorgeous sounds pouring through the speakers.Turned out Sam Bishop had good taste in music.Thiswas one of my all-time favorites.

"I love this song," I said.

"I know," he said then turned up the volume.

CHAPTER 2

My silence lasted the first verse and chorus.

Then I blurted, "I think we should talk about you and Brisa."

"Why?" Sam asked.

"Because ignoring your feelings won't make them go away."

He gave me a look.

"It's true," I said and turned the music down. "Trust me, Bishop.I prefer to write things out. But since that isn't an option right now, maybe talking would help."

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