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“It’s his sweatshirt,” I whined, yanking it off as quickly as I could, making sure to wipe my snotty nose on it so that if I ever had the guts to return it, it would be covered in nastiness. It would serve him right for what he did. What’s a little snot compared to a broken heart?
“Sorry,” Avery smoothed her fingers through my hair again, “I was trying to make you laugh.”
“I know,” I mumbled. “But I don’t really feel like laughing right now.”
“Fair enough,” she shrugged, wrapping her arm around me again. I leaned my head on her shoulder and she rested hers atop mine.
Avery was a lot of things, but there was no best friend as great as her, I was sure of that.
“I still think you should let me hunt him down and cut his balls off. Serves him right for doing that,” she muttered, wiping tears from my cheeks. I couldn’t seem to stop crying, no matter how hard I tried.
I knew it was silly.
It was one kiss and it wasn’t like Trace and I were dating. We were…friends…I guess.
But it seemed that in the past month, I’d started falling for him, and when he kissed me…it felt…perfect.
Obviously, it didn’t seem perfect to him.
I started crying again, harder, and Avery got up and returned with a box of tissues.
“Thank you,” I forced a smile a few minutes later for Avery’s benefit.
The tears seemed to be over for now.
“No problem. That’s what best friends are for,” she hugged me, before hopping off of my bed and climbing into hers. “Get a shower and go to sleep. You’ll feel a lot better in the morning.”
“I’m afraid I’ll never feel better,” I mumbled.
Avery frow
ned. “You will,” she promised.
I stood, gathering my pajamas, and bath products.
A knock at our dorm door sent the items falling to the ground with a loud bang.
Avery sat up. “What the fuck?”
“I’ll get it,” I waved for her to lie back down.
I opened the door, expecting to see the R.A., coming to investigate all the crying.
But no.
I didn’t have normal people luck.
I had Olivia Owens luck.
And it wasn’t the R.A.’s pale brown eyes that I was looking at it.
It was emerald ones.
I opened my mouth, to say I don’t know what, but Trace didn’t give me a chance.
His hands closed around my arms like steel bands, as he stepped inside the dorm, pushing me against the empty expanse of wall beside the door. His mouth descended on mine, his lips moving against mine like they were dancing.
The rational part of my mind, told me to slap, kick, or bite him.
