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Matt draped his arm over Megan’s shoulder as we approached the stage.

The live band’s song came to a close as Tyler stepped center stage. “May I have your attention everyone?”

Tate fell beside Tyler.

“My buddy, Tate would like to say a few words.”

He patted Tate’s shoulder.

“Good evening, Haven Saints!” He threw his fist in the air.

The crowd roared.

“I wanted to address a rumor. I am not running around town with two women.” He glanced at me.

“Chelsea is my girlfriend.” He returned his attention to the crowd.

“Marisa is Mason’s. My brother is alive.”

Gasps fell around the room.

He waved someone toward the stage.

“Oh my God,” several people stated with wide eyes, as Mason clutched Marisa’s hand, walking toward the stage.

He stepped next to Tate leaving Marisa at my side. I hated being in her presence. An eerie silence fell over the room.

“Mason was living in London. I didn’t know he was alive until recently.”

It was so weird. Tate and Mason standing on stage side by side in their black tuxedos. Identical fucking twins. And I’ve kissed both. Not willingly.

Tate and Mason waved me and Marisa onto the stage.

We stood at our boyfriends’ sides.

“We will all be in attendance at Haven Saints High in the new year.” Tate passed the mic to Mason.

“I am back home and ready to fucking party,” he roared.

The room full of rich kids screamed with excitement, throwing their hands and drinks in the air.

Hundreds of camera phones snapped our picture throughout the room. Tate turned to the side, pulling me flush against him. His blue eyes gazed into mine.

“Tate, don’t.”

His lips tightened. “Fuck them.” He tipped my chin swiping his lips across mine lighting my core on fire. I gripped his lapels deepening our delicious kiss. In mymind, I had erased the people in the room. It was just me and Tate. The most popular guy in school was my boyfriend. So surreal.

Kyle threw his arms around Mason’s neck the second we were off the stage. “Dude, I can’t believe you’re alive.” He had his best friend back.

I was surprised Tate didn’t out Mason for botching the football game.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Guys patted Tate’s shoulder. He had a death grip on my hand as we strolled out of the crowded room.

“Where are we going?”

“Doll, there’s always an exclusive party room for the most elite kids at Haven Saints at every party. The space is set aside for us so we can party freely. Sometimes, Tate and I hang out in the space and other times we chill elsewhere. But I hate to say, Mason has become the star of the party tonight.”

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