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is?”

“Heidi—”

“Okay, so you go. You go and you think it over and then, what? You choose between me and him? Is that really so hard for you?”

“Yes,” he says, his eyes falling.

A tear tumbles down my cheek. “Then allow me to make it easy.” I wipe it away and cross my arms. “I’m out.”

Drew raises his head, surprised. “What?”

“You tell me you have the choice between being with me or hanging out with the guy who humiliate you yesterday? Who bullied me for years? And you just expect me to stick around and wait? No. No, Drew, I’m not going to do that.” I take a step back. “I’m not doing any of this anymore.”

“Heidi...” He tries to close the gap between us, but I shift away. “Please, just hold on...”

“This was a mistake from the start,” I say. “I see that now.”

“Wait.”

“I hope you guys are really happy together.”

Drew pauses, his shoulders sinking as he looks at the floor. His mouth opens and closes with tiny silences for a few seconds before he finally looks at me again.

“Okay,” he whispers.

I flex every muscle in my body as he turns around and picks up his duffel bag. I stand up straight. I locked my knees. I do everything it takes to stop myself from collapsing on the floor.

He glances at me one last time before opening the door and walking out. His pace quickens as he reaches the hallway. I walk to my window and watch as he enters his car and drives right on out of my life. For real this time.

Happy Birthday to me, I guess.

Chapter 47

Drew

“Welcome to Delta Xi,” I mutter as I hand the ID back to her.

The girl smiles as she passes by into the party. I wave the next person forward.

ID, please. Welcome to Delta Xi.

ID, please. Twenty-one next week? Sorry, no can do. You need a stamp. It’s the law.

Welcome to Delta Xi.

I tell myself I won’t, but between each fresh face in a sea of party-goers, I glance across the porch at Seth. We’ve made eye contact a few times in the last twenty minutes and it’s always met with his subtle, angry forehead twitch. Guess he’s not getting over this soon.

I asked Brick for a new time slot tonight, but no amount of begging would convince him to let me switch. I even asked a few of the guys if they’d mind trading. No takers. Obviously, the greater population of Alpha Delta Xi is completely over this conflict between us, and they want us to work it the fuck out.

Seth glares at me from across the porch. His forehead twitches.

Nope. Not anytime soon.

I hand the ID back. “Welcome to Delta Xi,” I tell the girl.

She snorts. “Hello?”

I blink twice as I focus on her face. “Oh,” I say, recognizing her. “Hey, Tammy.”

“Ah!” She bites her painted cherry lips. “I was beginning to think you forgot who I was.”

“No, I remember,” I say, gesturing her in. “Have a good time at the party.”

“Will I be seeing you inside?” she hints, her big, brown eyes wild with fire.

I shake my head. “No, but it was nice to see you.”

Her smile dips. “Oh,” she says. “I guess I’ll see you around, then…”

She awkwardly shuffles through the door.

I motion the next person forward, a guy I recognize from my history class freshman year. As I check his ID, I hear Seth laughing. I discreetly peek at him. Bethany stands very close to him with her fingers loosely wrapped around the collar of his jacket. He whispers in her ear and she giggles before planting a kiss on his cheek and slinking around him.

She side-eyes me as she passes. Not surprising, given the circumstances.

After he checks out her ass, his eyes flick in my direction. “What?” he spits.

I shrug, motioning the guy forward and handing him back his ID. “You two made up, huh?” I say.

“Yeah, see, when I found out that you two weren’t actually hooking up on the sly, I went to her and apologized for wrongly accusing her,” he says. “It’s called being a good person. You should try it sometime.”

I snort under my breath. “Rich coming from you.”

Seth tilts his ear at me. “What was that?”

“Oh, I was just saying that was rich coming from you considering you paid some kid to ask your sister to a dance only to purposefully stand her up. That doesn’t sound like the work of a good person to me.”

“Did she tell you that?” he asks.