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“I know that and you know that, but Reese got things all twisted up in his head. You know it’s always been weird between us. He’s always been jealous of our relationship.”

“Which is why I’m having a real fucking hard time understanding how you two ended up… I can’t even say it.” Disgust coats Oakley’s words.

“It wasn’t like I planned for it to happen. It started off as a game…”

“A game? Fuck, Liv. I don’t like this. I don’t like it at all.”

“I didn’t mean for it to happen, Oak. I didn’t mean to fall for him.”

“Shit, Sis. You can’t be serious. You can’t mean—”

“I do.” A fresh wave of tears overwhelms me and I sob into my hand, my heart aching at Reese’s betrayal.

“But none of it was real, Oak. Reese played me. He made me believe we had something real…”

“Shh, come here.” He wraps me tighter, holding me as I break apart.

Here I was, planning how to come clean to Oakley and Dad, while Reese was planning on breaking my heart and then leaving town.

I’m an idiot.

A lovesick fool.

I let my emotions cloud things.

Reese hasn’t changed. He’s still that manipulative, cruel boy from before the summer. He lured me into his game, and I fell for his ruse.

Hook, line, and sinker.

* * *

“Olivia?” Dad’s voice pulls me from a fitful sleep.

“Come in,” I murmur, leaning over to check the clock on my bedside table.

Ugh. It’s too early. Even if it is Monday morning.

“How are you feeling?”

“Hoping yesterday was an awful nightmare.”

His expression gutters.

“No? Well, there goes that hope.” I sit back against my headboard and let out a weary sigh.

“I came to check on you last night, but you must have been sleeping.”

I hadn’t been. But I hadn’t wanted visitors. Not after my conversation with Oakley.

He finally left me and I’d curled up in bed, sobbing quietly as I clutched my pillow.

Pathetic, maybe, but I needed some time alone to process everything and figure out how the hell I was going to face everyone at All Hallows’ in light of the email.

“Listen, sweetheart, I talked to Reese—”

“Don’t. Please, Dad. I can’t…”

“Oh, Olivia.” He perches on the edge of the bed and takes my hand in his. “This is a mess, sweetheart. And I’m not only talking about the photo footage, which, by the way, I’ve already dealt with.”

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