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seen them as the amazing individuals they are… were.
    I clutch at the hum beginning in my chest; the sorrow that lives there is a constant ache, a soul crying out for its lost mate.
    “I don’t call him anything because we don’t make out.” I roll my eyes as hers bulge.
    “Oh, God! Is that why he cheats on you all the time?”
    I really want to kill Justin for leaving me after he promised he wouldn’t.
    I look around the swarms of sweaty classmates and spot him pinned up against a wall, Melissa’s tongue down his throat. My stomach turns over. I hate that he lets that trollop touch him. I know he has feelings for me, I can see it when he looks at me, and I do for him too but I’m so scared to open my heart again. Especially to Jared’s brother. How low would that make me? I know he must feel the same because he’s never tried to make a move either.
    My eyes lock with his as Melissa lets him up for air. He holds my gaze for what feels like forever, then pushes Melissa aside as she tries leaning back in to him.
    “Justin, where are you going?” She whines loud enough to carry over the music as he leaves her. He mounts the stairs, ignoring people as they try to talk to him.
    “You a Jesus type?” the idiot standing next to me asks. “I don’t think even for God I would be able to keep my hands off him. He’s so yummy.”
    I sigh, closing my eyes to let out an exasperated breath. She’s not wrong. Justin is gorgeous. He’s filled out into a six foot three, ripped, athletic God. His brown hair neatly styles over his perfect face. He has a strong jawline, full lips, a neat nose and those amazing amber eyes surrounded by thick lashes.
    “Excuse me,” I tell the drunken girl, moving her to the side and brushing past the sweaty bodies dancing in front of me. I make my way to the stairs and go to Justin’s room. I try the door but it’s locked so I rap my knuckles against it.
    “This room is off limits!”
    “It’s me. Open the door.”
    “Meadow, I’m busy getting laid. Go to the spare room to crash.”
    My stomach turns over. He doesn’t ever talk to me like that and I know he wouldn’t in front of someone else so he’s more than likely not with anyone. But the thought of him in there getting laid leaves an unsettled feeling in my stomach.
    “Okay,” I call to him. “I was just checking if it’s okay if I take someone in there with me?” I bait him, playing him at his own game.
    “What?” comes his confused voice, a notch higher than before.
    “I thought I’d get laid too, so I just wanted to make sure it was okay to take my guy in there. So… okay, thanks.”
    I fold my arms over my chest and wait the two seconds it takes for him to yank the door open. His face is pure rage. He looks past me and down the hall.
    “WHO?” he bellows. I shake my head and push past him into his room. He keeps looking into the hall.
    “I was lying, Justin. You know me better than that.”
    His head falls forward and his shoulders slump. He slams the door and turns to me. “You shouldn’t lie to me, Meadow.”
    I open my arms to gesture around his room. “Really? But you can lie to me? Who you in here getting laid by?”
    He grimaces. “Fine. What do you want?”
    “Why are you mad?” I ask, walking over to him. He sighs and brings his hand down over his face then up and through his hair.
    “I’m mad that I let Melissa kiss me. I try to lose myself in her.”
    I reach for his hand, grateful for him opening up. “Why do it then? I hate her, Justin. She’s not worthy of you.” His eyes trace up from our hands and lock onto mine.
    “Because I can’t have who I really want,” he whispers, furrowing his brow.
    “Why can’t you?”
    He gazes at me in silence for an eternity then closes the distance between our bodies.
    His eyes travelling from my own to my mouth; he’s asking permission, waiting for me to say okay, so I bring my lips to brush against his. He smells of toothpaste. He must have just