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“She didn’t show up,” I lie.

Marie looks bewildered, but Sebastian looks like he can see right through me.

“That’s strange. She was really excited about it. We talked for an hour. She told me all the things you guys would do. Especially that punching game. She thought you’d love it.”

I send her a frustrated glare. “Like I said. We didn’t go.”

“Oh…” her smile falters and the light in her eyes dim.

Sebastian notices and kisses her cheek. “Babe, why don’t you get Hope and let me talk to Heath.”

She looks up at him and they talk through their eyes.

“Okay.” Pressing a kiss on his cheek she leaves.

The moment the door shuts, Sebastian pulls me to him by my collar and sniffs me.

“I knew it.” He pushes me so hard that I miss a step and fall on the sofa. “You’re high.” He glares at me.

“I’m not high. I don’t smoke weed.”

“But you smoke enough to lose your fucking mind.”

Getting on my feet I push him, but he doesn’t budge. “Sebastian, leave me the fuck alone.”

“Can’t do. Unlike you, I know how to be there for a best friend.”

What the fuck?The words are a low blow that hits me straight across the chest.

“Fuck you asshole!” I grit my teeth.

With a scoff, he punches me so hard out of nowhere. The surprise evaporates when my ears start ringing and dots appear in my vision.

“Fuck you too asshole!” he yells in my face.

“What’s your problem?” I lunge at him, but he easily tackles me to the ground and straddles me. His heavy weight presses down on me.

His green eyes darken. “You listen to me. And you better listen to me good.”

“Piss off!” I roll us over and punch him across the face, knowing damn well Marie will have my head on a platter for ruining his face. But I don’t give a fuck. He’s the one who started it.

“Not my face you dickhead!” He warns me.

His arm reaches for me, and he hits me across the jaw. Pain bursts through my skin and I groan at the sting.

Annoyance and rage, the two emotions I’ve been keeping at bay, blend well into a delicious cocktail.

Before I know Sebastian and I are onto each other like wild cats.

I’m oblivious to the count of punches, kicks, curses, and words we exchange. All I know is he’s trying to fight off something broken and damaged inside of me. Trying to reach me.

We’re a bloody mess by the time Derek pulls us apart. Our faces are covered in bruises and blood.

“Can you act civil for a moment so I can grab the first aid kit?” Derek asks me, his stern stare promising a long lecture later.

Sebastian shrugs. “I can. Can’t say the same about Heath.”

“You want to go at it again?” I take a step toward him, and he copies. We stand face to face and stare at each other with so much baggage and stuff to unload, but there’s also a calm now. The spike in my emotions is lowering slowly and I feel like I can breathe again.

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