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If the guys had another party I was going to have to make sure to get my ass here early. I really hated pushing my way through the crowd. I was pretty sure someone elbowed me in the ribs and I’d have a bruise in the morning.
I saw Grant and Anna in the corner of the living room. I lifted my hand and waved, but they didn’t see me.
I finally broke through the crowd and into the hallway. I didn’t see Jude anywhere.
“Hey,” I grabbed Dylan’s arm when he went to pass me. “Have you seen Jude?”
“Oh, yeah,” he smiled, a beer bottle clasped in his hand. “He went up to his room.”
“Thanks.”
I jogged up the steps, heading to Jude’s room.
I was surprised when I saw it open, since he always kept it closed during parties, even when he was inside.
I stepped inside his room and froze.
Every surface was littered with white rose petals and tea candles he was in the process if lighting.
But that wasn’t what had bile rising in the back of my throat.
Oh no, that was all because Jude’s arms were wrapped around Brooke, their lips sealed together.
I stood shocked, unable to move.
I couldn’t believe this was happening.
I wanted to pretend it wasn’t real.
But it was.
Brooke opened her eyes and saw me and I could see the pleasure she felt at destroying my heart.
I stepped back and turned to run.
My foot got tangled in the laces of my sneakers and I fell down, smacking my knee roughly against the floor.
“Tatum—”
Hearing his voice was more than I could bear. Especially when I knew if I turned to look he’d be holding her. God, he could’ve had the decency to break up with me and not go behind my back. I was a big girl. I could handle it.
Without a backwards glance I took off down the steps.
I pushed people out of my way, not caring if I hurt them. I had to get out of there. I refused to cry until I was in the safety of my car. I wouldn’t give the bastard the satisfaction of seeing my tears.
“Tatum!” I heard my name called. Not just by Jude this time, who I could tell was close behind me, but Dylan as well.
When Dylan saw that I was racing to get out of there and struggling to hold onto my composure, I heard him yell at Jude. “What the fuck did you do?!”
“It wasn’t what it looked like!” Jude cried. I wasn’t sure if the words were meant for Dylan or me and I didn’t care. I was almost to the door.
I heard a crash behind me, and people gasped. The disruption wasn’t enough to get me to look. I opened the front door and slammed it behind me.
I ran down the street to my car.
“Tate—”
Rowan.
