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She tosses her brown hair behind her shoulders. “Maybe I should sleep with him, then.”

“Erin.” I hold back a snort, unable to even imagine Trent caving. “Trust me when I say he hates both of us.”

“Fine,” she says, but she obviously doesn’t believe that any man could hate her. “Make another deal with him for extra cash. It’s the least you can do after everything I gave up because of you.”

Her words hang heavy in the air.

All I can do is nod.

I don’t know what else to say to her. A part of me wants to tell her to leave me alone, but another part knows that she did take care of me.

There’s truth to her words.

I do owe her my life.

When I get the money, I’m going to give her half, and then I’m going to leave.

Start fresh somewhere.

“I’ll talk to Trent,” I tell her.

Just as she opens her mouth to say something, my phone starts to ring. I pull it out, but before I can see who’s calling, she grabs it from my hand.

“Why the fuck is he calling you?” she snaps. And the accusations never end.

If I weren’t holding hundreds of dollars’ worth of textbooks, I’d rub my temples to stave off the burgeoning headache.

“He’s asking the same question you are,” I groan out. “You both keep asking the same questions.”

“I’m sure that’s not all it is,”

“Trust me, it is.”

“Mmm,” she mutters.

I want to shout: I DON’T WANT YOUR BOYFRIEND WHO GIVES ME THE CREEPS. I DON’T WANT YOUR EXES. I DON’T WANT YOUR MONEY. I DON’T WANT ANYTHING. I JUST WANT TO BE LEFT ALONE.

But I say nothing.

I’ll get her the money.

Then after that, maybe I will finally be rid of the guilt.

Erin tosses my phone at my feet, hikes her purse up on her shoulder, and walks away. More like stomps. If there was a door nearby, I’m sure she would slam it, too.

Luckily for me, there isn’t.

I stare down at my phone.

A violent crack slashes across the screen.

What a metaphor for the state of my life if I’ve ever seen one.

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

PAYTON

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