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“It’s okay, Eddy.”

“But I have to be honest with you.”

“Yes?”

“I…I want to do things with a girl. I want to forget about my problems for a while,” Eddy added.

“I want to forget about my problems, too.”

“You do?” Eddy asked.

“Yes,” I said.

“So…we both want the same thing,” Eddy pointed out.

“I believe we do,” I replied.

This was a very sensitive time in my life. I was afraid I’d never find a guy like Eddy ever again, and I was willing to do whatever he wanted in order for him to remain interested in me. He was someone who liked me and cared about me. I thought I needed him.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Eddy asked.

I went up to him and softly kissed him on the lips. He smiled, and I reciprocated.

“I’m sure,” I said.

“Me too.”

Despite what happened afterwards, I still believe that deep down, Eddy is a sweet guy. He just lost himself somehow and became someone he wasn’t.

CHAPTER 17

HEATHER - PRESENT DAY

After the insanity that went down at Frankie’s party, I decided to skip class the next day. I took refuge in the book club room while I chugged water and readWar and Peace. It had been over a year, and I still hadn’t finished it. It was a big task, similar to how destroying Jacob’s life was an even bigger one. Both tasks were equally enjoyable for a time, but after a while, things got old—I was beginning to realize that. Eddy cautiously entered the room during his free period. I put down my book, and we grinned at each other.

“Hey,” I said.

“Hey, Heather.”

“So, last night was pretty insane,” I commented.

“Yeah, it was.”

“I’m pretty hungover. I only half-remember things. I’m sorry if I was mean to you,” I said apologetically.

Eddy sat down at a desk next to me.

“No worries. It was a crazy night filled with alcohol and very angry emotions,” Eddy pointed out.

“Oh, it was definitely filled with alcohol.”

“Heather, I want to talk to you about something.”

“What’s up?”

“I don’t know how to say this, but I think we should stop the whole revenge thing with Jacob,” Eddy requested.

“Why? It’s been fun tormenting him.”