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Chapters (89)
  1. Dedication
  2. AUTHOR’S NOTE
  3. ONE
  4. HENRY
  5. TWO
  6. EMMA
  7. THREE
  8. HENRY
  9. FOUR
  10. EMMA
  11. FIVE
  12. EMMA
  13. SIX
  14. SEVEN
  15. HENRY
  16. EIGHT
  17. NINE
  18. TEN
  19. HENRY
  20. ELEVEN
  21. TWELVE
  22. EMMA
  23. THIRTEEN
  24. HENRY
  25. FOURTEEN
  26. HENRY
  27. FIFTEEN
  28. SIXTEEN
  29. EMMA
  30. SEVENTEEN
  31. HENRY
  32. EIGHTEEN
  33. HENRY
  34. NINETEEN
  35. HENRY
  36. TWENTY
  37. TWENTY-ONE
  38. EMMA
  39. TWENTY-TWO
  40. EMMA
  41. TWENTY-THREE
  42. HENRY
  43. TWENTY-FOUR
  44. EMMA
  45. TWENTY-FIVE
  46. EMMA
  47. TWENTY-SIX
  48. EMMA
  49. TWENTY-SEVEN
  50. HENRY
  51. TWENTY-EIGHT
  52. EMMA
  53. TWENTY-NINE
  54. HENRY
  55. THIRTY
  56. HENRY
  57. THIRTY-ONE
  58. HENRY
  59. THIRTY-TWO
  60. EMMA
  61. THIRTY-THREE
  62. HENRY
  63. THIRTY-FOUR
  64. EMMA
  65. THIRTY-FIVE
  66. EMMA
  67. THIRTY-SIX
  68. HENRY
  69. THIRTY-SEVEN
  70. EMMA
  71. THIRTY-EIGHT
  72. HENRY
  73. THIRTY-NINE
  74. HENRY
  75. FORTY
  76. EMMA
  77. FORTY-ONE
  78. HENRY
  79. FORTY-TWO
  80. FORTY-THREE
  81. EMMA
  82. FORTY-FOUR
  83. EMMA
  84. FORTY-FIVE
  85. HENRY
  86. EPILOGUE
  87. ALSO BY CHELSEA CURTO
  88. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  89. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

“We’ll talk about this with the guys. I can’t look at you right now.” He storms out of the elevator with me hot on his heels. He doesn’t speak another word and I trail behind him on the sidewalk, following him into a crappy bar.

Noah walks to a booth in the back corner, taking one side. I mimic him and fiddle with the paper coaster, wishing I could disappear.

“Can I get you boys something?” The smiling waitress stands with her hand on her hip.

“Shots, please,” I mumble, handing her my credit card. “And a beer.”

“Could you guys be in a weirder spot? When I left the school I was expecting us to at least be at a place where we could order food without getting food poisoning,” Patrick jokes, joining us in the booth and scooting next to me.

“I didn’t pick this stupid place,” I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest. “I was coerced here.”

“You don’t get a lot of say right now,” Noah retorts.

“Whoa, what did I miss?” Patrick asks, trying to decide if fists are about to be thrown. Noah ignores the question, gesturing to the door.

“Jack and Neil are here.”

The final two join us as the waitress brings a tray of shot glasses back.

“I need to get blackout wasted. Maybe that will help me feel something.” I grab a glass, throwing the alcohol back without blinking. It burns down my throat, and I welcome the pain.

“I’m confused. Is that why you gathered all of us here?” Neil asks, frowning. “To drink?”

“Yes,” I say, throwing back another shot, ignoring Noah’s glare. “And I need to talk to you all, apparently.”

“Okay, let’s slow down,” Patrick says kindly, moving the tray out of my reach. “Why don’t you tell us what’s going on, H?”

“I messed up,” I mumble, staring at the table. A scoff from Noah’s side of the table reaches my ears and I want to kick him in the shins. “I messed up so bad, and I don’t think I can fix it.”

“How?” Jack asks carefully.

“Everyone remembers Friday night, right? When I introduced you all to Emma?”

“Yeah. We had a great time. Jo thinks she’s awesome.”

“Rebecca loved her.”

“Lola asked for her phone number so they can plan a girls night.”

“Well, I… I went too far with Shelby at the bar when Emma was in the bathroom.”

“Henry. You didn’t—”