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Her face falls, and I can see all of the color drain out of it, like I just broke her.
I lift myself off the bar stool and grab my crutches.
“Ya’ll have fun, I’ll see you at the track on Monday.”
And just like that, I did the one thing I promised myself I’d never do.
I hurt Lincoln, on purpose.
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Lincoln
Lincoln
What the fuck?
What is going on?
Where are you?
It was obvious that something happened that set Colson off, and for the entire night my texts have remained unanswered. Did he tell Reiss about us? Did Reiss shut him down?
Lincoln
Did Reiss freak out? What the fuck happened Colson?
I’ll talk to him. Pleasejust talk to me.
Two hours later he replied.
Colson
I’m not good for you.
Lincoln
You told him?
Colson
No, he made that perfectly clear before I got the chance. But he’s right. This isn’t going to work out.
I stare at the screen and wonder what happened between them or what the fuck Reiss could have said to Colson to make his switch completely flip. Because it seems like that’s what has happened. A total one-eighty.
“Are you okay?” Stas groans next to me. “You’ve been tossing and turning for over an hour. I’m sleepy.”
“I’m good,” I snap, yet again readjusting myself.
“Did something happen with Colson?” She asks, turning to face me.
I nod wordlessly into my pillow and she sits up onto her elbow. “What happened, Linc? Are you okay?”
I groan, flipping over and placing the pillow over my face, before barely pulling it down so I can see her.
“We kissed.”
Stas sits up, clapping her hands excitedly, “Omg, you kissed! What do you mean you kissed? Like tongue kisses or just a little peck? What the fuck happened?!”
