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I
would never, ever do it again. Ever. Not for him. He didn’t deserve it. He had
cheated and lied to me—over and over. He destroyed my ability to trust.
Seriously. I doubted I could ever fully trust anyone ever again. He took that
away from me. Trust.
    He sucked so bad .
    I tightened my grip on the steering
wheel, so wanting to run him over. Cheating,
lying, dirt-bag!!
    Instead of ramming into him as my
fantasies begged, I drove past my house. Just drove right by. Didn’t stop or
even slow down. Just silently left him to wallow in
his ignorance. ‘Cause, obviously, I wasn’t ready to confront
him. (Since all I wanted to do was bash his head in and do other
[satisfying] violent acts—talking wasn’t one of them.) I, in fact, never
wanted to talk to him again, ever. Seriously. People talk about
closure—but I didn’t want that. Didn’t need it. My heart was already
closed. Bam! Shut as tight as a vault.
    I had listened to his
lies—over and over. Deep down, I’d even known they were lies—yet I’d let him convince me I was
being psycho and paranoid. He had let me think that— led me to
think that.
    I gritted my teeth. I actually
hated him now. Truly. Hated. Him.

 
 
 
    CHAPTER 4

 
 
    I drove around my small beach town,
shaking and having nowhere to go. Nowhere to hide and lick my
wounds. Finn apparently was staking my house. And Riley had sent me home
from work. And well, work and Finn—sadly, those two things had become my
entire life.
    So, now—suddenly without
them—I was … lost. Adrift.
    I parked at this fast food place
near my house to grab a soda and try to stop shaking. But once inside the
building, as I stepped into the long ordering line, who should come up beside
me? Bianca. Of course. Just to make my nightmare
complete.
    She shoved her shoulder hard
against mine as she passed me—only she didn’t really pass me. It was like
she was going to fake as though it was an “accident”—her simply violently
stumbling into me as she was heading to the bathroom or whatever. Only,
then—after she shoved me—it was like she decided to ditch the
charade and openly make clear she was a full-on witch.
    “Why’d you make Finn quit?” she
growled.
    I raised my eyebrows. Not only
surprised that Finn had done that—actually quit—but that she
sounded so hateful and accusing about it. I mean , I
was the girlfriend here. She was only the skanky troll he’d cheated with. She
had no right to be angry or make accusations. As far as I was concerned the
only thing she was allowed to say—or do—was apologize.
    I smiled at her, like my world was
full of rainbows. “ I didn’t
make Finn quit,” I chirped, sounding surprisingly carefree and tra-la-la. Like Wow, life is awesome! Then I added with
a dramatic shrug, “He did mention something though—about working with a
skank. I guess he got tired of it.”
    Bianca grabbed my arm as I turned
to storm away. She clutched it tight, tight, tight like she had fantasies of breaking it off. That’s when I noticed her eyes and
nose were all drippy and red. She’d obviously been crying. (Ha!)
    She narrowed her eyes at me into
tiny, hateful slits. “I know you made him quit, Zoey—and that you’re
forcing him to stop seeing me. But he won’t. He can’t. He loves me.” She spat, “And you can’t do anything about it.”
    She gave me a smug, evil smile.
“He’ll be kissing me again before you can re-latch the chain you had him tied
to.”
    “Really?” I stared at her trembling
hand that still desperately clutched my arm. “He’s at my house right now,
Bianca. He seems to be trying to re-lock the “chain” himself. Why don’t you let
go of my arm and go try to give him that kiss you were just talking about ?— and take the knife you jabbed into my back with you.
It’s annoying.”
    She snatched her hand away from me,
looking dismayed. “He’s at your house?”
    Her two friends beside her made I-told-you-so noises. One said,