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written about being in love. I wanted so bad for that poem to be about me. But I knew who it was about. Finn. She smiled at him after she finished
reading it. Her pretty eyes glowing as she gazed at him, like he was her bright,
shining angel that gave her breath.
    Then she whispered, “This poem is
for my boyfriend, Finn.”
    I winced hearing that. My heart
ached. So tortured.
    So, yeah. I asked out Jade, Zoey’s archenemy. ‘Cause Finn had Zoey’s
love. All I could hope for was her hate. At least then she would look at
me….
    Those were my complicated thoughts
back then—in middle school. And they hadn’t changed much in high school.
    Having the girl I wanted so bad I couldn’t breathe—knowing she belonged to my best
friend—it ripped me up inside.
    But so did this now—betraying
my best friend. Yeah, I knew Finn was messed up—cheating on Zoey. He
needed his skull smacked in—bad. But the guy loved Zoey. He did. It was
Bianca—all Bianca—her teasing him and tempting him with things he’d
never had. (Things he didn’t need, but he was too dumb to know that.)
    But losing
Zoey—no way. He couldn’t. He’d die. He was going to plead for her.
Beg her to forgive him … and Zoey would. She always did.
    A chill crawled down my spine.
    I traced my lips, pretending I
could still feel Zoey’s hot, sexy mouth on mine. Would I ever feel her soft
lips again? I was terrified I wouldn’t. And that fear scared the life out of
me.
    I shuddered. Man. I’d dug my own
grave. I should have never kissed her. I’d made a pact with myself the moment I
found out she was Finn’s girl all those years ago: I’d never go there. But the
thing was, it was the only place I ever wanted to be.

 
 
 
    CHAPTER 3

 
 
    Zoey
    I pressed my shaking hands against
my eyes and exhaled slowly. Then finally, I started my car and pulled out of
the restaurant’s parking lot. I was shaking. Violently. Not a good thing while
driving. Dangerous. Face it, I had no business on the
road.
    Of course, I had no business doing
what I’d done only a few moments earlier, either—kissing Riley. Talk
about dangerous—that was lethal. To my heart. Though I had to admit, for a thrilling, crazy moment I’d been in absolute
heaven.
    The memory of Riley’s strong arms
around me sent tremors of delight through my body and a jet of warmth to my heart.
At the first red light, I rested my head on the steering wheel, letting the
glorious memory seep inside me—Riley’s hot, eager lips on mine and his
hungry hands tangling in my hair—the memory had me in a happy cloud of
delusion—until the light turned green and cars’ horns woke me out of my
tantalized reverie.
    Oh
yeah, I’m driving. And dumped .
    I turned on to my street.
    My whole body ignited in a fit of
violent shivers when I saw Finn’s beat-up blue Honda parked in my driveway.
Unspeakable pain shot through me.
    I clutched the steering wheel
tighter and tried to breathe, but it caught as I spotted Finn himself sitting
on my front steps.
    Seeing him there, my stomach
collapsed in on itself.
    He was hunched over his knees with
his head in his hands. Obviously, he knew.
    That is—he knew I knew.
    I could tell by his posture. He
knew he was busted. And he was sorry. And aching. And miserable.
    All that sorrow and torment I could
read from him—just from seeing him sitting there all
grief-stricken—but it was all just too bad. And too
late.
    Heat and anger from his full-on
betrayal stirred inside me, rising far above my pain. Kissing Riley had defused
some of my earlier fury, but now—seeing the lying, backstabbing, cheat
that had carelessly stomped on my fragile, trusting heart—it all gurgled
back up to the surface. Violently. Made me cringe with rage.
    Black spots swam across my vision a s
I narrowed my eyes, glaring at backstabbing Finn. My hurting, tortured mind
could only grasp one scrambling thought. Only one. But it held on to it tight.
Screamed it : I’m so done forgiving!