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“Let’s just go get drunk. If we hurry, we can drink enough before closing to make that happen.”

I take the next left, a wide smile on my face. Hayden might be called heartless, immature, and even a psycho, but to us, she’s the best. She’s loyal as hell—unless it involves food. Then she’ll let you starve.

Tonight, she came through for me. And I wouldn’t have gotten through all of that without her.

I just hope Zach has learnt his lesson. Because she wasn’t joking when she told them she sends people to the nut house.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Ben

The icy wind cuts into my face when I head outside. I rub my hands together, wishing I had picked up my gloves.

A neighbour from the floor below mine is walking towards me, wrapped up in a thick coat, gloves, and a scarf. “There’s some rich kid standing next to your car,” she announces. “Think he’s in the wrong place?”

“No idea,” I reply, glancing to where my car is parked.

Fucking Zach.

“Well, be careful,” she warns, her throat hoarse from all the cigarettes she smokes.

“Will do,” I confirm, shoving my hands into my pockets as I make my way over to Zach. He’s got a nasty bruise under his eye. “There a reason you’re leaning against my ride?”

If it had been my bike, we’d be having problems right now.

“You should stay away from Imogen.”

I duck my head briefly, before smirking at the fool. “Really?”

“Yes. She’s not who you think she is.”

“And, pray tell, who do I think she is?”

“She’s a fucking liar. She will get you in her grasp and then fuck you over.”

“Zach, you’re the one who fucked her over. She broke up with you. She didn’t steal from you. She didn’t cause you to lose your job. You did that shit.”

“She’s a whore.”

“No, she’s fucking not. And if you don’t want another black eye to match that one, I’d shut up now.”

“Yeah, she fucking is. She recorded you two having sex and sent it to me to make me jealous. Does that sound like a goodie two shoes to you?”

I grab his jacket in my fist. “If I were you, I would forget her name. You don’t get to come around here and spread fucking shit.”

“Don’t believe me? Ask her,” he demands as I let him go. “She’ll probably come up with some lie about me recording it knowing her. She’s sick in the head.”

“Yeah… Then why the fuck can’t you leave her alone?”

“She ruined my fucking life,” he spits out. “People need to know the truth about her.”

“Funny you say that. Because I’m sure her dad was telling me the other day that you were at her house, begging for her back.”

He shrugs, still not catching on to the fact I don’t believe a fucking word he’s saying. “I can love her and hate her at the same time. We’ve been together a seriously long time. I know she still loves me and wants me back.”

“She broke up with you,” I remind him.

“I broke up with her actually. Yeah, there was a moment when I thought I made a mistake, but now I can see it wasn’t. Don’t make the same mistake I did,” he warns.

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