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but I can’t help myself.
    “Babe—” Jace tries unsuccessfully to stop my ranting, but I’m on a roll now.
    “Why would you bother telling your girlfriend you’re going to freaking Las Vegas? The place where what happens there stays there? Because I’d never need to know right?”
    “I wasn’t keeping it from you,” Jace says but I cut him off before he can keep explaining.
    “Well guess what, Jace? What happens there won’t stay there when girls post it to Facebook.”

Chapter 5
    Becca speeds through the residential streets from the high school to my house, narrowly missing a dog on the side of the road as she turns onto my street. “Slow the hell down,” I tell her as I grip onto the handle on the roof of the passenger side.
    “Can’t,” she says as she slams on the brakes, coming to a stop in front of my house. “I need all the details, now.”
    I roll my eyes and climb out of the car. All day I had moped around the school, trying to recover from my fight with Jace and how freaking horrible it made me feel. I flat out refused to talk to Becca about it during lunch and also during second and fourth period, the two classes we share together. I had told her it was too much to talk about at school and that I needed to be in the safety of my own bedroom when I share it with her just in case I start to cry.
    Judging by the warm pools of tears in the corner of my eyes, I probably will cry.
    I guess Becca’s desperate need to know all gossip is what made her drive like a NASCAR racer. Although my life was in danger for about ten minutes, at least I didn’t have to ride home with Chase. His incessant friendly chatter this morning really drove me insane.
    Mom took Bentley to get a haircut, so we’re all alone for a while. Becca puts her hands on my shoulders and shoves me away from the refrigerator where I want a snack, pushing me through the kitchen and up the stairs to my bedroom. She drops her cell phone on my bed and crosses her arms over her chest.
    “We’re home. Talk.”
    I stare at the floor and tell her about my talk with Jace last night. I tell her about the stupid Facebook photo that he swore was nothing, and I tell her how insanely jealous and pissed off that stupid photo made me. I tell her about Vegas and his many more business trips to come and how I’m just not the girl to handle it. Once I’ve told her every single detail about last night, and all the subsequent thoughts I’ve had after it, I sit next to her on the bed and pull my knees up to my chest.
    “ He wouldn’t let me get off the phone until we had made up and were okay again,” I say, suppressing a sniffle. “So basically, he thinks I’m not mad at him anymore but I am.” I look up at her for the first time since I got in my room. “I’m still mad.”
    Becca gives me a sad look and I swallow, blinking away tears until my vision is clear again. The fact that I’m still technically not crying is a freaking miracle. Way to go, Bayleigh. You’re turning into a cold hearted, take no shit from anyone, bitch.
    “You know…” Becca begins, biting her lip while she probably tries to think of something productive to say. Good luck , I think. There is nothing productive to say in this situation. I am totally screwed. “I’m not saying you should break up with him,” she says, holding out her hands in surrender. “Because I don’t want you to break up… I like Jace, I swear. I just… I don’t know, Bay. Some relationships aren’t meant to last forever.”
    “What do you mean by that?”
    She shrugs. “I believe in fate and I think that if you two are supposed to be together then you’ll find a way to make it work. But, you won’t have to force it to work, you know? It’ll just happen.”
    “Sure feels like forcing it now,” I mumble.
    “Maybe you should step back and just see what happens. See if you can be happy with him without forcing it.”
    “I am happy with him!” More tears threaten to fall but I force