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“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Patrick said as he glared at Mason.

“Nice to see you again,” Mason said and nodded at Patrick.

Patrick turned back to me. “You’re seriously not giving me a second chance, but you’re sleeping with a guy like him?”

“That’s none of your business,” I said.

“You think I’m bad? Do you have any idea who this guy is? What he does?”

“I know that he’s nice to me. And that he likes spending time with me. Which is a lot more than I can say about you.”

“You’re so gullible, Bee. This guy is a piece of shit. He’s just using you. And if you’re okay with that, then you’ve changed too.”

Using me? Using me for what? Sex? I looked up at Mason. He looked so mad. Was he hiding something else from me?

“You’re mad at me for what I did. But that’s all he does,” Patrick said. “He’s the one you should be mad at. Not me. Don’t you see that? He’s the one that ruined us.”

“How about you step back, man,” Mason said.

“Make me.” Patrick grabbed my wrist again. “Let me take you home.”

“Don’t touch me, Patrick.” I pulled my arm away from him. “I’m not going anywhere with you. You can’t blame what happened between us on Mason.”

“Come on.” Patrick grabbed my wrist again. “You have to trust me on this.”

Mason shoved his chest. “She asked you not to touch her.”

“Mason.” I put my hand on his arm. I didn’t want them to fight. God, this whole thing was ridiculous. People were starting to stare at us.

“What, like she’s yours to touch?” Patrick said.

“Yeah. She is mine. So fuck off.” Mason sounded so mad.

“You think that guys like him date girls like you?” Patrick laughed. “He doesn’t even date. He’s a womanizing asshole. Don’t you see that?”

Girls like me? The only person that could make me feel worse about myself than I could was Patrick. His insults had always hurt me the most. I thought maybe it would be easier to hear now that I wasn’t in love with him. But it still hurt. Lots of people were staring at us now. Mason had invited me to this extravagant thing. And Patrick was right. I didn’t belong here. I was embarrassing Mason and myself.

I opened my mouth to say something, but there was nothing left to say. I just needed to get out of there. I turned around and ran toward the exit.

Chapter Forty

Mason

Shit. I ran after Bee.

“This isn’t over!” Patrick yelled.

Yeah it is, asshole. I threw open the doors and spotted her down the hallway. “Bee.”

She kept running.

“Bee!” I quickly caught up to her. “Stop.”

She ignored me.

“Just stop.” I got in front of her and grabbed both her arms. There were tears streaming down her cheeks. I had a strange tightness in my chest as she looked up at me. I didn’t want to see her cry. It hurt me to see her like this. “Bee.” I wiped away her tears with my thumb. “Hey, it’s okay.”

“Mason, I’m so sorry.” She looked embarrassed. But she didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about. Patrick was a dick. And now everyone else knew he was too.

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