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ribbon, I knew what it was—a beautiful bouquet of I’m a shithead, please forgive me roses. No thank you. All of last night’s pain came barreling back. I burst into tears and turned my face away from hers.
    “You wanna tell me what’s going on?”
    I shook my head and laid still.
    “Call me if you need anything.” Her voice was uneasy.
    I simply nodded face down into my pillow.
    I heard her walk out, grab her keys, and leave the apartment. The dozen or so beers I had throughout the last evening’s events were clawing at my bladder. I rolled out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. I couldn’t even look at the shower. Flashes of last night’s activities in there threatened my sanity. I wasn’t sure how I would ever shower there again. I stood up to flush and ended up dry heaving. I knew it wasn’t a hangover. I could count on one hand the number of those I’d ever had. This was a sickness brought on by Noah. Stupid Noah. When I threw myself under Stacy’s bunk and into my bed, I heard a crinkling sound.
    My pillow had rustled a hand written note taped to the headboard of my bed.

    Beautiful Girl,
    Words cannot describe how badly I feel for what I’ve done. I hate myself for hurting you. Please accept these flowers as my heartfelt apology. I promise I will never hurt you again. Please give me another chance. I can’t bear to think of my life without you.
    I love you, Noah
    P.S. I will be back at noon to get you for lunch with my mom.
    His mom.

    Last Day of Summer Before Sophomore Year

    “Pretzels and hot mustard, just the way you like it, Gracie.”
    “Thank you, Mrs. Foster.” I grabbed a pretzel stick and dunked it deep in the mustard.
    “When will you drop the Mrs. and just call me Karen?”
    “Thank you, Karen. It was sweet of you to remember my addiction to hot mustard.”
    She set the tray on Noah’s desk and walked over to me. She put her hands on my upper arms and squeezed a little as she looked me square in the face. “Would it be strange for us to have lunch during the semester while you are still close by?”
    “Yes,” Noah called from inside his closet.
    “Noah! Shut up. No, Mrs.—I mean, Karen. It wouldn’t be weird at all. I would love to have lunch with you.”
    She dove in for a hug like she was surprised I said yes. Noah rolled his eyes and walked over to his bed with an armful of jeans. I adored this woman. She and I hit it off right from the beginning. Noah didn’t seem all that close to either of his parents. He was the youngest of five boys and by the time the older four were out of the house, Mr. and Mrs. Foster had missed their chance to really bond with Noah. So I guess she enjoyed my reaction to her because she was just craving some teenager love. Whatever it was, I was happy I could be it for her.
    “Well then, we will have to schedule some lunch dates. All right, I will let the two of you pack. Noah, we are leaving in three hours so you need to speed it up a bit.”
    “Yep.” Noah nodded but didn’t look up.
    Three hours. I had fallen for Noah so quickly. It didn’t seem like we’d been together long enough to withstand a five-hour distance.
    “Can you hand me the stack of shirts, babe?”
    I scooped up his t-shirts and buried my nose in them as I walked over to where he was filling a huge duffle bag.
    “They smell like you.”
    “Who else would they smell like?” He turned and kissed me on the forehead. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, he was holding a shirt out in front of me.
    “What? You don’t want to take this one? It’s your favorite.” I draped the shirt over my arm and traced the letters with my finger. Parker Hill High School Senior.
    “Yeah. But so are you. You can wear it when you miss me.”
    We had only been officially dating for a couple weeks but it seemed like much longer. Each day we were together we got closer and closer, and he was leaving. I was trying to syphon sanity from the fact that I would be transferring from UT Martin