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who’s been dreaming about her the past eight years - I am!
         My fist is in the air, ready to beat the fucking door in.  What am I going to do then?  I don’t have a clue.  But it involves beating the shit out of Aaron Jones.  The door suddenly swings open, and Aaron is standing there, looking at me.  “Trent, what’s up man?”  His jeans are still unbuttoned, and he has his shirt in his hand.  I look over his shoulder, at the girl standing next to his bed.  She’s wearing a pair of shorts, and her arm is covering her bare chest.  Her eyes are wide as she gapes at me.  Her green eyes.  She’s definitely not Karma, not even close.  I release a long breath, and relax my shoulders.  I’m not sure what to say.  I must look like a raving lunatic.  On the one hand, I’m so fucking relieved, I could do a dance.  On the other hand, I want to bitch slap, the smug expression right off of his face.  He has the most beautiful, perfect girl in the world, and he’s cheating on her! I would happily give my pathetic life for one night with her, and this is how he treats her.  I know, I sound like a complete hypocrite.  I’ve screwed tons of girls, but that’s different.  They all know where I stand, and most importantly, that I’m single.
         I swallow hard.  “I was just wondering why you weren’t at the party.”  I know, I sound like a complete pussy, but let’s be serious.  How can I possibly explain me ease dropping outside of his door, like a little bitch?
         He nods his head back towards the redhead.  “I got a little distracted.”  He gives me a light punch on the shoulder.  “Do you blame me?”
         I nod my head a couple of times, and walk away from him.  I have to put some distance between us, before I throttle him.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER 6
    KARMA
     
         My hands are trembling as I pull out another pair of jeans, from my closet.  I’ve tried on three different pairs - so far.  I have to be careful about what I wear, especially since we’re going to his frat house.  If my clothes are too tight and clingy, he’ll accuse me of screwing all of his frat brothers.  It wouldn’t be the first time.
         I slip the jeans on, and feel a little better.  They’re a pair of older jeans from high school, and they’re a little baggy, plus they’re black.  Hopefully, they’ll help me blend into the darkness.  I’ve lost quite a bit of weight since I started dating Aaron.  My nerves are completely shot and I don’t have much of an appetite anymore.  I find a dark green t-shirt, and slip it over my head.  There, that should do it.  I check my reflection in the mirror on the back of the door.  Yep, nothing sexy about me. I even pulled my hair back into a ponytail.  Fortunately, my eye has mostly healed, so I don’t need a lot of make-up.  Just a thin layer of foundation, blush, and gloss.  I don’t want to look like I’m trying too hard.
         I turn around and look at Anna.  It must be nice to dress any way she wants.  She’s wearing a pair of denim cut-offs, showing off her long legs.  She’s matched it up with a barely there white tank top.  Her dark hair is curled and, hanging down her back.  Standing next to her, I look completely frumpy.  I definitely won’t have to worry about anyone noticing me.  She’s a total knock out.
         She picks up her phone, and keys off of the desk.  “You ready to go?”  It’s just a little after nine, and my mouth feels like it’s filled with sand.  What if we get there too early and he isn’t drunk enough?  What if we’re already too late, and he’s so trashed he doesn’t even recognize me?  What if he doesn’t care that there are tons of people, and kills me anyway?  All of the “what-ifs” have my head spinning.  I lean forward, and wipe my sweaty palms onto my jeans.
          “Hey,” Anna puts her hand on my shoulder.