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“It’s fucked up, I know. Nothing with her has ever been easy.” Then I just told him fucking everything because I needed him in my corner. I needed someone other than me to believe in Scar and me.

In the end, Nick said to give her some time. In return he promised he wouldn’t let her run. All I could do was wait.

So I waited more days and watched her from afar all while I made sure she wouldn’t try to forget me.

I was leaving class when I felt a small hand on my arm. I immediately turned to glare at whoever touched me.

“Whoa, calm down.” Audrey raised her hands.

“Sorry, I thought you were someone else.”

“Gigi?” She raised her eyebrows at me.

“Yeah.”

“Can we talk?” She motioned to a nearby table. I followed her because I owed her.

“Look, when you told me to save the extra room for Scarlett, I was fine with that. She was my friend too, and I really liked her. But I heard something, and Scarlett barely leaves her room. It’s scaring me. If you hurt her—”

I cut her off. “What did you hear?”

“That you were with Gigi again.” She glared at me.

I shook my head. “I wouldn’t do that to Scar. Gigi made it seem like she was suicidal, and I rushed to her. We have history.”

Audrey seemed to think about it. “When did this happen?”

I told Audrey what had happened. At this point, I was desperate.

“That bitch,” she muttered. “I suspended her from the squad that day.”

“Fuck me,” I muttered.

At this point, nothing Gigi did could surprise me.

“Delia’s had enough of Scar’s shit. Don’t you worry, we’ll get her head straight. All I need to know is you won’t hurt her again.”

“I fucking love her, Auds.”

She gave me a tense nod before she walked away, typing furiously on her phone.

“My man, you need to stop moping.” Quincy came and sat next to me.

“Damn, Auds is fine,” Jeff muttered, taking a seat across from me. “Is she trying to soothe your broken heart?”

Before I could say dick, Ollie was there smacking his head.

“What the fuck is this?” I motioned to all of them.

“An intervention ’cause you’re pussy-whipped,” Jeff joked, but no one laughed.

“Man, get your ass out of this,” Quincy told him.

Jeff put his arms up in fake surrender, but he didn’t leave.

“We’re going to help you get your girl back,” Ollie said.

I just shook my head.

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