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As much as I want that, I have to remember that she lied to me. She wasn't honest, and right now, I don't trust her.

"I need to go," I say, getting up from the chair. "You gonna be okay?"

"Yeah, but why don't you stay and have a beer?"

"Maybe some other time. I gotta go pack boxes."

"Shit, that's right. You're moving tomorrow. Finally got your own place and now you don't have a girlfriend. You need a rebound girl. There'll be plenty of girls to choose from tomorrow night at the bar."

We play tomorrow, and for the first time ever, I'm not looking forward to it. I don't feel like playing. I know my mind will be on Kira the whole time.

"I'm not ready for a new girl," I say, then I yell toward the kitchen. "Van, get your ass out here. I'm leaving."

He walks through the kitchen door, a beer in his hand. "Am I allowed to enter?" He rolls his eyes.

"Yeah. See you tomorrow. Make sure Dylan doesn't get too drunk."

"Hell yeah, he's getting drunk. After hearing about Amber? He needs to switch to the hard stuff. You should be getting drunk too."

I look at Dylan. "Call if you want to talk."

He nods, and I leave and go out to the driveway.

"Hey, Austin." A girl comes up to me from the sidewalk. I've met her before. She goes to school with Van and Dylan and has been to some of their parties. She's cute. Average height, short blond hair, and athletic. She's on the volleyball team.

"Hey." I stop next to my truck.

"You going out tonight?"

"I think I'm just gonna stay in."

"You could come to my place." She smiles. "We could have a quiet night, just the two of us."

I know a lot of guys sleep with a girl to get over another girl but I'm not doing that with Kira. I'm not ready to be over her. I'm not even sure I want to be.

"Sorry, but I can't. I'll see ya later." I get in my truck and drive off. Just talking to that girl, I felt like I was cheating on Kira, which I know is stupid but my heart is still with her. I'm not ready to move on with someone else.

I spend the rest of the night packing up my room. I hadn't started packing before now because all my time was spent with Kira.

Around ten, I get a text from her that says 'I'm sorry'. I don't text her back because what would I say? That it's okay? Don't worry about it? That would be a lie. It's not okay, and she should be worried about it. She ruined what we had together because she didn't trust me enough to be honest with me. That's a real problem, and she needs to think long and hard about if what she's working for is worth losing what we had.

I was really starting to believe she was the one. Guess I was just blinded by love.

The next day, my brothers get to the house at eleven and begin loading up their trucks with furniture and boxes. I texted them last night and told them that Kira and I broke up so they wouldn't ask why she wasn't here. She was going to help with the move and then we were all going to go out for lunch. We'll still go to lunch, but without Kira.

Callie, Jen, and Ivy are here and they keep looking at me with these sad faces. I can tell they're dying to ask what happened but I'm sure my brothers told them not to. They've all been through break-ups and know the last thing I want to do is talk about it. That's what girls do. They talk about it, analyze it, question it. But guys don't do that, at least not right away. We work through it in our heads first, then maybe talk to another guy, but just briefly, not for hours. And it's usually done over a beer, which I could really use right now. It's only ten-fifteen but I need something to numb the pain of missing Kira.

With everyone helping, it only takes one trip to move everything to my apartment. By one-thirty, all my furniture is in place and I've unpacked most of the boxes. I haven't put everything away but I can do that later.

"What do you think?" Jake asks, sinking down on the couch. My dad had an old couch in the basement so I took it to use until I get a new one.

"I like it." I smile at him. "Now that we're neighbors, do I get to come up to your place for dinner every night?"

"Hell no." He puts his feet up on the wooden bench I'm using as a table. "You're on your own for that."

"Jake," Ivy scolds, swatting his knee as she sits next to him. "Don't say that. Of course he can have dinner with us."

"Okay, but not every night," he says. "You've seen how much that kid eats. And he only eats that health food shit. We don't have any of that."

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