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  Closing my eyes, I rest my head on my knees and cry until Reese comes knocking on the bathroom door. “Claire, honey, you’ve been in there a while. Can you come out?”

  I love how she doesn’t ask if I’m okay. I think she knows I’m devastated.

  “Yeah,” I answer, standing up and tucking my phone in my pocket. Opening the door, she waits for me on the other side, a small smile on her face as she looks me over. I’m waiting for her to ask what happened, but a part of me thinks she knows. I think she knows that my lies caught up with me and that Jude did exactly what I feared.

  He left me.

  Reaching out, she laces her fingers with mine and asks, “Hungry?”

  I shake my head, but my stomach betrays me and rumbles. She smiles as she pulls me against her side and says, “Well, maybe you can eat just to make me feel better.”

  I shrug and lean my head against her shoulder as we make our way into the kitchen. Phillip is leaning against the counter, but that’s not what holds my gaze. His bags are by the door, which means he’s leaving. Looking up at him, I ask, “When do you leave?”

  “Tonight,” he answers. “But I have time to find that kid and kill him.”

  I’m not sure if he’s being serious or trying to make me laugh, so I just shake my head, sitting down at the island in front of a huge plate of waffles covered in my favorite strawberry sauce.

  “No, don’t. It’s my fault.”

  “What happened?” Reese asks, leaning her forearms on the island. “Did he find out about the club?”

  Slowly I nod, my throat burning with emotion. “Yeah, he did, and it was bad,” I say and then I tell them what happened. They don’t say anything as I explain about his dad. I was sure that Phillip was going to lose his shit when I told him what Jude said about my being like my mom, but he surprises me and just listens.

  “I mean, maybe I am, you know? Maybe I am just like her and I’m going to be alone and run through men thinking they’re each the love of my life. I should have known better, but I just couldn’t bring myself to tell him about the club. I knew that he wouldn’t like it,” I say, wiping away the few tears that have fallen.

  Coming toward the island, Phillip says, “One: you aren’t your mother, not in the least.”

  “He’s right,” Reese adds with a nod.

  “And two: if he loves you, he’ll come around. Just give him time to process. I needed time and we’re fine.”

  “But you have to love me,” I say, and he shakes his head.

  “I know, but I didn’t have to forgive you. It’s not easy to forgive; you have to push aside your pride and believe that the person won’t hurt you again. That’s not an easy thing to do. Give him time.”

  “I just don’t think he’ll come around. You didn’t see his eyes, they were hard, and my God, he was so upset.”

  “Of course he was, Claire. Not only did he find out you lied to him, but his dad was cheating on his mom. That’s a lot to take in at once,” Reese says. “Give him a few days, see what happens.”

  “Yeah,” I say with a nod. “Maybe, but what do I do till then? I drove myself crazy when you didn’t talk to me, and honestly, I don’t know if I can handle it from Jude. I’ve talked to him every minute of every day. When we weren’t together, we were texting. How do I just stop that?”

  Reese reaches across the table, taking my hand in hers. “You have to be patient, just remember he is going through the same pain you are.”

  “Or he’s sleeping with anything with tits,” I supply, and she gives me a dry look.

  “I doubt that. When you truly love someone, you don’t get over them that quickly.”

  “That’s the thing, though; how do I know he really loved me? I mean, he just ended it, didn’t even try to understand my reasoning or even care that I was sorry.”

  Setting me with a look, Phillip says, “Do you really believe that he doesn’t love you? I may not like the guy, but even I know that’s crap, Claire. That kid worships the ground you walk on. You have him wrapped around your finger like a knot. He’s mad, his pride hurts, and he is also dealing with the shit with his parents. He’ll come around.”

  Before I can say anything, my phone signals a text. When I see that it’s from Jude, I almost drop my phone trying to open it as my heart pounds in my chest. Opening the text thought, my heart falls into my stomach and dissolves away from the acid in my gut.

  Hey Jude: You did lose me, stop texting me.

  Looking up, I can’t see Reese and Phillip because of the tears in my eyes. Laying my phone down, I shake my head as they roll down my face. “He said to stop texting him.”

  Reese makes a noise of distress and Phillip goes, “I can still kill him, Claire. Just say the word.”

  But I don’t want to say the word; I just want Jude to come back to me.

  It’s been three days.

  Three days of nothing from Jude. Not a single text, call, Facebook post, tweet, nothing. It’s like he fell off the face of the earth. I haven’t seen him on campus, I haven’t heard anything, and it’s honestly killing me. I just don’t get it. How does someone disappear? And doesn’t he miss me? I mean, I feel like my heart isn’t even in my chest, that he took it. I can’t concentrate on anything. Not school, not work, not even the damn showcase that I have to plan. I have to start teaching the girls this weekend, and I don’t even think I’ll have anything. Every time I go to work something up, I just imagine Jude walking away from me and I crumple in a pool of tears.

  I need to see him. I need him to see me. Maybe that will help.

  I head to the Bullies’ house, my heart in my throat as I sweat bullets, but when I get there, Jude and Jayden aren’t there.

  “They haven’t been back in a couple days. They had a family emergency,” Matt says, leaning against the door. “Shouldn’t you know that?”

  “Yeah, I should,” I say and then I turn to leave as my heart aches in my chest. Heading to the car, I get in and slam the door behind me. I’d head out to his mom’s house, but I don’t remember how to get there. I also wouldn’t want to face his family when I know they know that I’m a liar.

  I need to know that he’s okay, though.

  Opening my Facebook, I find Jayden’s profile and message him.

  Claire Anderson: Hey Jayden, I came by to the house to try to talk to Jude but you guys aren’t here. They said it’s a family emergency. I was just wanting to make sure that you all were okay.

  Unlike his brother, Jayden answers me.

  Jayden Sinclair: Hey, yeah, Mom isn’t handling everything well. My dad is being a dick and keeps threatening to come by here. Since my sister has Angie here, we’ve decided to camp out till we can convince my mom to call the cops. She’s being stubborn.

  Claire Anderson: I’m sorry that this is all going on.

  Jayden Sinclair: Yeah, it sucks. It will be over soon.

  Claire Anderson: Yeah, very soon, I hope.

  Biting into my lip, I take in a deep breath and type what I really want to know.

  Claire Anderson: How is he?

  Jayden Sinclair: Not good.

  My eyes cloud with tears as I suck in a deep breath, letting it out in a whoosh.

  Claire Anderson: He won’t answer my calls, my texts, my anything. I can’t get him to talk to me. I don’t know what to do.

  Jayden Sinclair: I don’t know what to tell you to do. All I know is that he’s hurting bad, and anytime anyone brings you up, he flips his lid but then I saw him watching the video on his Facebook. The one of you dancing, so I don’t know. I don’t know if it is his pride that won’t let him talk to you or if it’s the fact that he really doesn’t want to be with you. I think it’s the former though, if that’s any help.

  Claire Anderson: It does. Thank you. I really am sorry, for everything. For the pain your mom is going through and for Jude. I never meant to hurt him.

  Jayden Sinclair: I try to believe that no one ever really wants to hurt the person they love. In my mom and da