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Slamming the door open, I fly out of the car, the anger really setting in now.

“Delia! Don’t walk away! Talk to me!”

I pluck my phone out of my purse and pull up the text, stalking toward him and shoving it in his face.

“This, Zach! This is why I am pissed. You took myprivatephoto and sent it to your fucking friends. Remember when Zoe was calling me like crazy and I kept ignoring it? Well guess what’s all over campus.” I shake the phone. “This! I received a call last night from Caleb—my ex-boyfriend—warning me about the picture.”

I turn the phone my way, staring at the image that broke my heart in two.

“You were supposed to be the one person I could trust. You were supposed to keep me safe. You promised you’d never do anything to hurt me.” I sniffle and wipe away a tear. “I put all my faith in you and you threw it back in my face. That’s what hurts the most—not that the photo is out there and half the campus has seen me naked. It’s that you let me down in the biggest way possible.”

We’re locked in another silent war, tiptoeing around the battlefield.

When I finally gather the courage to meet his eyes, I’m baffled at what I see.

Anger.

“You don’t know me at all.”

Then he’s gone, and I’m left standing there with more questions than I had before.

Twenty-One

“Ican’t believe it. I thought he was a good guy. I believed he could be, you know,the onefor you.”

I nod. “Me too, Zoe. Me too.”

“And you said he seemed upset when you confronted him? Mad he was caught?”

“No. It was likehewas mad atme—which is rich, considering everything.”

“I don’t understand that one.”

“Me either.”

Zoe runs her fingers through my hair. I’ve been planted on the couch since I arrived back at home yesterday, alternating between crying and bitching about Zach. Neither of us have class on Mondays, and Zoe finally came home about an hour ago.

I’ve been crying on her lap ever since.

“Do you think…do you think you’ll ever talk to him again?”

“I don’t know. I’m devastated right now. All I want to do is eat ice cream and cry.”

“I can help with the crying, but we’re out of ice cream.”

I whimper. “Why does the world hate me?”

A knock sounds on the door and we exchange a glance, neither of us expecting a visitor.

I pull myself from the couch and make my way to the door, making sure to check the peephole first.

Gasping, I turn to Zoe. “You’ll never guess who’s out there.”

“Chris Pratt? Did he hear our call for ice cream?”

I pull the door open and greet our guest.

“Caleb…what are you doing here?”

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