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stared at me in a frozen state, unable to talk or make a sound. He looked like a deer in headlights, although his eyes were painted the perfect shade of guilt that only I, as his best friend, could register all too well. 
    The blond, who was still impaled by Josh, half shrugged her shoulders as if waiting for me to leave, which almost made me want to launch at her and choke her neck, but as emotions took over my body, anger quickly substituted for the pain I was feeling. Clenching my fists, I fought back the tears; looked at Josh with hateful daggered eyes, and then I turned and bolted for the front door, brushing past Clint as I went.
    The last thing I remembered was Clint’s fingertips trying to reach out for mine as I made my escape.

Chapter 2
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    “NORAH, NORAH, please let me in!” Josh had been pounding on my apartment door for thirty minutes. When I woke the next morning, I was still in shock. I was hurt much deeper than I cared to admit, especially to myself. “C’mon Norah, please talk to me. Please!”
    I sat, my back against the front door, tears streaming down my face. I knew before I faced him, that I had to stop crying. There was no way I was going to let him see how hurt I was. I was not giving him that satisfaction. Wiping my face clean with my T-shirt, I took a few minutes to calm my breathing. I stood up facing the door. It vibrated again with his relentless pounding. I pulled it open as it shook, which startled Josh; his hand was frozen in mid-air, about to knock again. He took two steps back.
    I put on an expressionless face, and he looked like he hadn’t slept at all. He was still wearing his tuxedo pants and white button-up shirt from the party; his hair was disheveled, his eyes blood shot with dark black circles underneath them. He looked like a complete mess.
    “What Josh? What seems to be wrong?” I asked, and stared at him coldly with both my arms crossed. He knew my hard demeanor was the worst punishment I could be dishing up right now. I wasn’t the type of girl who became a blubbering mess when I got upset; well, not around other people. He knew I would come at him with a whole lot of bite and would keep my real emotions well hidden from view.
    “She meant nothing to me Norah. Nothing at all. It was just meaningless sex.” Josh was pleading some sort of case with his voice. I was rock hard with my gaze.
    “You fucking lied to me. You knew what kind of party you were taking me to, didn’t you?” Josh was silent. “Didn’t you?” I screamed at him and he took another step back.
    “Norah,” Josh said softly in his approach.
    “DON’T LIE TO ME!” And this time I could see fear on Josh’s face, but he still walked towards me, determined to explain.
    “Yes I knew,” he confessed.
    “Tell me what kind of party it was Joshua,” I emphasized his full name in disdain. Only the truth would save him now.
    “As a final test, we all had to bring, virgins. Our final group test was to ensure all the virgins were not virgins when they left that party.”
    My hand flew against his face with great force, slapping it as hard as I could. I had to grip it with my other hand after it connected with his cheek because it burned from the pain. Josh swayed a bit, but then steadied himself and returned to looking pathetically at me.
    “I deserved that,” he said flatly, rubbing his cheek as he spoke. “I should have told you. I should have never put you in that kind of situation.” He had such sincerity in his voice but it didn’t register through the cloud of anger that had fully engulfed me.
    “How the hell did you know I was one?” I asked looking at him with pure disgust.
    “I didn’t, I guessed. I figured back home your social life was still, limited.”
    I felt nauseous. “Who are you Josh? I don’t even know you anymore. You manipulated me into going, lied to me about what kind of party it was, and you put me in a really dangerous situation, and for what, what?” I was sad