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Chapters (35)
  1. Cover
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Old Friends Sneak Peek
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I wasn’t sure where all that was coming from. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to be in the middle of it.

"No, it's not like that, Jen. Come on, you should know that by now. Kent tried to block Jen as she tried to push past him to get to me.

"I'm sorry, this was a mistake,” I whispered as I stood up. I should’ve known that by now too. It wasn’t safe to be with Kent. He wasn’t that guy anymore. Despite what we’d had in the past he wasn’t the one I should be running to with my problems.

Jen scoffed as she got around Kent. She looked at me and then poked Kent in his chest. "I know you wish it were like that. Especially now that she has a hot little body. Don't think I haven't noticed you checking her out. Don't think I haven't noticed you being snippier than usual with me after you ran into her at the party."

Kent left Jen standing there and came back, pushing me back onto his bed. He looked down at me as he said with a frown, “No. You stay. You need someone to talk to, maybe a girl. I need to walk and clear my head. Maybe you two can bitch about how shitty the male population is.” Kent turned on his heel and rushed to the door, slamming it behind him as he left the dorm.

I looked at Jen who exhaled slowly and shook her head. "I'm sorry, Elly. I don't mean to drag you in the middle of our shit. It’s been hard lately. He just drives me nuts most days… but you don't need to hear it. Did you get a look at that bimbo that boy of yours was fucking?"

Ever since Jen turned eighteen, she felt like she could and should use any dirty word that she could think of. On Kent’s eighteenth birthday she yelled, “Happy Fucking Birthday, Pussylicker!” in front of his few close friends and his mother. And mine. She was a little inebriated at the time, but it wasn’t really a good excuse. I think she lost brownie points with his mom for that. I certainly would have if I had said it.

I shook my head. “Not really, just saw some blonde hair..."

Jen just shook her head and took a seat next to me. "What a bitch. I can't believe some women." Jen was quiet for a moment before she spoke again. "Elly, thank you for being my friend." Jen put her arms around my shoulders.