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track off of her album, Bulletproof . Even those who weren’t fans of her music had to at least say she was a great entertainer. She put on a hell of a show.
    My hand inadvertently reached for my phone so I could text her and tell her how awesome she’d done like I always did after one of her performances, but I froze in mid-reach and pulled my hand back. I couldn’t do that. We weren’t friends anymore. We hadn’t talked in six weeks.
    I brought my hand back and raked it through my hair.
    “Just text her,” Jake said.
    Jake was the only person who knew the real story with Sydney and me. Most of my other frat brothers honestly thought I just had some unattainable crush on her, but Jake and I had been roommates freshman year, we’d rushed together, and we’d moved into the house together at the start of our sophomore year. He’d heard me on the phone with Syd more times than I could count in the past two years, but he also knew how I felt about her and how I’d been unceremoniously shot down on New Year’s Eve.
    Thankfully he exercised discretion with everyone but me. I didn’t care if he called me a pussy or a douchebag ten times a day as long as he didn’t publicize what I’d shared with him. It was private, but I’d needed to talk to someone, and he was the best friend I had.
    “No. I can’t,” I said, standing my ground.
    I saw Jake’s reflection in the Budweiser mirror that was mounted on the wall across from the couch. He was rolling his eyes at me, so I threw popcorn over my shoulder at him. He picked a few pieces up and chucked them at the back of my head.
    “Oh, and there she is again,” he said then. “Let the torture continue. Dude, you need to just get over her already.”
    I would if I could.
    I sighed as the show came back from a commercial break, and the cameras started to pan the audience. Sydney was there, back in the pink dress, her hair now in some fancy updo thingy, and the pretty boy singer guy was sitting next to her holding her hand. I glared at him. I hated him. I didn’t understand what she saw in him, why he was any better than me. Sure, he could sing and dance and was good-looking, but he didn’t know her like I did.
    Did he make her la ugh? Did he know that when she was nervous, she munched on Twizzlers like it was her job? Did he know that in the tenth grade, after she was set to go on stage to perform at our school’s talent show that she ate so many Twizzlers before her performance that she actually threw up in a trash can backstage? No, probably not. Only I knew that stuff about her. But she’d chosen him so easily.
    “If it’s any consolation, I think her boyfriend is gay,” Jake said then, around a mouthful of popcorn he’d stolen.
    I laughed as the host started to introduce the first category of awards. It felt good to laugh since I’d been so tense for the past hour.
    “Yo u’re probably right,” I said, but I didn’t mean it.
    I didn’t actually think Syd’s boyfriend was gay, but it was easier to say out loud than to admit how gut-wrenching it was to see her with him. I’d lived through seeing her with too many guys and getting upset each time because they were all so wrong for her and they treated her like shit. And I was pretty sure this one was barely eighteen, but at least he wasn’t in his thirties.
    Why couldn’t she just pick someone hot and funny and cool, like say, me? Yeah right. I knew that ship had sailed. Or rather I’d fallen off of that ship and into the ocean only to be left behind drifting aimlessly, waving my arms frantically, hoping someone might see me, until I either got so tired that I sunk to the bottom of the ocean and drowned or a giant great white shark came and ate me. Awesome.
    “I thought you wanted to get over her?” Jake asked.
    “I do. That’s the plan.”
    And it was so obviously not a plan that was working.
    Jake rolled his eyes again , because he knew I still had it so bad for Sydney Chase.
    “I have a better