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Authors: Stacey Mosteller

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“You know,” she begins, the anger in her voice causing it to shake, “not everyone has an ulterior motive.” Kat takes a deep breath, silent for a few seconds as she tries to calm herself. When she doesn’t say anything more, I chance a look back at her to see her glaring at me. I open my mouth to defend myself, but I can’t without telling her this is all
my
fault
. When I still don’t say anything, she makes a disgusted noise, close to a scoff, and stands. “Forget this. I don’t know
what
your problem is, but I’m not going to sit here and let you insult me.” Now, instead of sounding angry, her voice is softer, and she just sounds hurt. “You know what’s really stupid?”

I watch her eyes fill with tears, and
feel
all the color drain from my face. Her teeth clamp down on her bottom lip briefly, and I can see she’s struggling to keep the tears at bay. Now I’m the one clutching the cup too tight, wanting nothing more than to pull her into me and apologize. I can’t sit here any longer. When I stand, I tower over her, and she has to look up to meet my eyes. I try to tell her silently how sorry I am, but she obviously can’t read my mind, and when I reach out for her, she plants both hands on my chest and shoves me so hard I back up a step. “I actually thought you might be different from the guy I thought you were. But, you aren’t, are you? You’re still the same asshole who thinks girls are nothing more than a momentary distraction.”

“No, that’s not—” I start to deny it because it’s not true. She’s more to me than that, maybe she always has been, but she spins on her heel, jerks her bag out of the chair beside her and walks away from me. We’ve attracted the attention of the people sitting nearby, and they’re all staring at me too. Equal parts embarrassment and guilt feel like they’re crushing me, and I sit back down. My hands are clenched into fists on the table in front of me, and all I can see is the look on her face when she realized I’m no better than she’s always thought I was.

 

Kat

 

 

Ohmygod
. Thinking about how he sees me
hurts
. Why does it hurt so much? Clay’s not worth this, not worth the amount of pain knowing he sees me the same as he sees every other girl—as a disposable piece of ass. Someone he can throw away when he’s finished and never think about again.

As I walk back to my dorm alone, I wish Scarlett hadn’t been so quick to leave me with him. I’d give anything to have someone to talk to about this, someone who won’t judge me for being so stupid. Instead, once again, I’m by myself. I could call my sister, but she has a life too. A job, an apartment, friends who need her more than I do. Peyton would listen, but I don’t want to intrude on her and Wyatt right now. Actually, if I’m honest, I don’t want her to know how freaking pathetic I am. I don’t want her to pity me for thinking he could be different. The emotions I feel about and for Clay are so confusing now. If you’d asked me six months ago, I would have told you I
loathe
him. But, lately, I’ve been seeing a different side of him. A
softer
side. Or, well, at least, I thought it was. I was so wrong, though.

Before I know it, I’m standing in front of my dorm building, my arms wrapped around my waist like I’m trying to hold myself together. I look up, and for a split second, my heart beats faster at the sight of a tall, broad-shouldered guy. One who stands when he sees me.
Clay
? How did he get here before I did?

The man steps out from under the awning shielding him from my eyes, and my heart falls. It’s not Clay at all. It’s
Max
. The other Mitchell brother who hurt me, even if it was in a completely different way.

“Kat,” he says, his voice deeper than normal, almost gravelly. I take an automatic step back when he begins to walk closer, but his legs are much longer than mine, and each step of his is easily two for me. “Wait,” he says, holding a hand out like he’s going to grab my arm, but dropping it just before it reaches me. “Please, talk to me, even if it’s just for a second …” his voice trails off, and I finally meet his eyes.

He looks about as miserable as I am. Both sides of his mouth are tipped down in a frown, and his shoulders are hunched in like he’s trying to make his frame smaller. My heart squeezes painfully in my chest at the sight, and I have to force myself to stay where I am. This isn’t the Max I’ve known for years. The one who’s always been there for me, the one who knows me better than anyone else—this is the one who hurts me just because he can. Even knowing that I can’t just turn my back on him and walk away.

I sigh heavily, my own shoulders slumping with what feels like the world settling on my shoulders. “What do you want, Max?” My voice is soft, wavering slightly on his name, but I keep my eyes on him, refusing to run away, no matter how much I might want to.

He breaks eye contact, running a hand through his hair in a gesture that makes him look so much like Clay. It’s jarring to realize I know Clay well enough to be able to pick out similarities in their gestures. Until recently, that wouldn’t have even been a possibility. Everything is so turned around; I have no idea what’s going to happen next.

Max walks over to one of the few benches just outside the dorm building and sits, patting the spot beside him, so I’ll do the same. I sit as far from him as possible on the tiny wooden bench; my hands clasped together in my lap and my gaze on everything but him. I wait for him to start talking because
he’s
the one who came to me, not the other way around. I’m not going to make this any easier on him.

“Look,” he finally starts, saying only that one word before he lapses into silence once more. Then, Max takes a deep breath and speaks quickly, so fast I have to concentrate to decipher what he’s saying. “I’m sorry about the other night. I shouldn’t have said the things I did, and that conversation shouldn’t have even happened with everyone around.”

I can only look at him, my mouth dropping open. He started out great; the apology was nice … and then he completely negates it by saying it shouldn’t have happened in front of everyone. So it’s not so much that he was a douche, it’s that all of our
friends
know he is. Hell, he’s probably only here because he wants to save face with everyone. Now, when I tell him to screw off, I’ll be the bad guy.

Standing, I look down at him, hands curling into fists at my side, and wanting nothing more than to
punch
him in his asshole face.
This
is the guy I was hung up on for so long?
Why
? I take a deep breath and square my shoulders. Max Mitchell is
not
someone I should be upset over. I’m moving on from him, from Clay, from all of it.

“It’s fine, Max.” His head snaps up, and I can tell he doesn’t believe me. “I understand, and it’s okay. We’re cool.” We’re the furthest thing from cool, but he doesn’t have to know that. “Actually, you know what?” His expression turns wary, his eyes shuttering and his arms crossing over his chest as he waits for me to continue. “I think that ‘conversation’ was a good thing. Possibly even the best thing to happen to our friendship.”

Max raises one eyebrow, another mannerism that makes him look more like his older brother. “Oh really? And why is that?”

“Because,” I shrug, “seeing you for the
jerk
you are helped me realize that you’re not worth my time
or
my emotions.” He flinches like I actually did punch him, but I keep going, wanting him to hurt as much as I did the other night. “And honestly, it really is okay. You have Sophia, and I have a date with someone this weekend too, so we’re all good.”

At first, he doesn’t catch what I said other than to correct his booty call’s name. “Her name is Sophie,” he snaps. I wave off his words, not bothering to apologize, and watch, waiting for him to catch on to the rest of my sentence. I don’t have to wait long. His eyes widen, and he starts to talk, choking on the words. “What do you mean, you have a
date
?” I start to walk away, and he calls from behind me, “A date with
who
?”

He can’t see me, but that doesn’t stop my smile. “Just a guy. It doesn’t matter who.” I don’t bother to turn around to see how my words are continuing to affect him, but once I’m safely behind the tinted dorm lobby windows, I chance a look back to where he was standing. My smile turns into a self-satisfied smirk when he’s not there any longer.

I practically skip up to my room, and when I push the door open, Becca’s sitting on her bed, her fingers flying over the screen of her phone. She’s studying whatever’s on it so intently she doesn’t even hear me come in. I’m not sure why, but I don’t immediately announce my presence. Instead, I walk over to where she’s sitting on her bed, and I can see part of a text on the screen.

 

Becca: they’re fucking. What he sees in her I hv NO idea, bt I kno shell drop him for bro soon. U kno K will and Ill b there 2 pick up the pcs.

 

“Who are you talking about?” Becca jumps so far she drops her phone.

I grab it just before it hits the hard faux wood floor, but before I can take another look at it, Becca jerks it out of my hand. “No one you know.” The pissy tone she’s using startles me. Usually, Becca tells me everything, things I don’t even want to know when there’s gossip going around. But lately, she hasn’t talked to me much at all.

“Okay, jeez. Chill out, Bec.” I watch as her eyes scan the screen one last time before she snickers, shoving the phone under her pillow before turning to give me her attention.

“Sorry, just drama from a girl I knew back home.” She shrugs like it’s no big deal, but the way her eyes shift away from mine make me think she’s lying. “What have you been up to today?” she asks, still looking anywhere but at me.

I flop back on my bed, putting my hands under my head and looking up at the ceiling. “Not much. Clay was his douchey self, I made a date with a guy who plays Basketball with Wyatt, and Max was waiting for me when I got home a few minutes ago.”

Becca whistles. “Damn, girl. You went from no men to all the men, huh?” Then she shrieks, jumping up from her bed to tower over where I’m lying on my own. “Wait a minute! You have a
date
with a non-Mitchell guy? How did that happen?”

I explain the conversation that took place in the coffee shop, and she listens intently. When I’m finished, she asks about Clay and Max, so I tell her that too. She listens impatiently, and as soon as I stop spilling my guts, she straightens and is almost vibrating with excitement.
“O.M.G
! This is soo exciting!” she squeals. “Please, please,
please
tell me I get to help you pick out what you’re going to wear on this date!” I can’t help but laugh at how she’s completely ignoring everything I said about the brothers, and choosing to focus solely on my upcoming date. Before I even tell her yes, she can absolutely help me, she grabs the phone from under her pillow and heads for the door. “This is going to be
so
much fun!”

“Wait, Bec,” I sit up and stare at her back. “Where are you going?” It’s so odd how one minute she was so excited about helping me pick an outfit, and now she’s leaving? What the hell?

She freezes, her hand on the door knob. “Oh, uh … sorry. I have a study group in a few minutes and just realized I’m going to be late.” I can tell she’s lying just by the fact she’s refusing to look at me again. I start to call her on it, but she scoots through the door with a wave and a, “Back later!” The door shuts behind her, and I fall back onto my pillows. What was that all about? Becca’s being shady, and something tells me that text from earlier? That wasn’t about some friend from home.

 

Clay

 

 

“What are we doing here again?” Liam is confused, and rightly so. Standing outside a classroom that isn’t mine, waiting for a girl, isn’t exactly my norm. I don’t have a choice, though. Her “date” with Aaron is tomorrow. I’ve run out of time, and I can’t stand the thought of her going out with that douchebag, not when I
know
what his reasoning is. I could have saved both of us all of this drama if I’d just told her about the shit making its way across campus. I know she’s pissed at me, but I’m trying my damnedest not to think about the way it felt having her look at me like she was disgusted just by the sight of me, and focus instead on keeping her from being hurt more in the long run.

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