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Prologue

"I survived it." The words barley tumble from my mouth inside of our head. Tears continue to run down my face. I hate when I angry cry. The face the world sees is completely unchanged, almost emotionless.

The moment the bottle shattered, so did I. Tessa had already shattered when she walked us back out of the apartment a few minutes ago. She is still sitting in her room inside of our head, crying I'm sure. We are healed, and he did it. Harry did what I thought was impossible. He ruined her and saved me. He ruined Tessa and saved me. I can't believe it, I turned it into a song that I replay over and over in my head.

"Wait, so are you two dating or not?" Mark asks from the end of the kitchen bar, not far from Harry.

"I am no one's girlfriend!" I state harshly.

"Alright then, wanna drink?" Mark asks. I nod my head and I see Harry come around the bar and grab ahold of me, angrily.

"We need to talk." He states between clenched teeth. I laugh to myself on the inside, since I walked into this fucking place he hasn't had much to say, to me that is, but one look from his friend Mark, and now we need to talk? I'm not fucking Tessa and I am not gonna fall for that shit. He lets go when I move toward him, and I follow him to the door of the apartment. The moment he steps out, I slam the door in his face and march back to Mark.

I take the bottle of vodka that was in Marks grasp, and start pouring it in a red solo cup. I gulp the shot down and I jump up to sit on the end of the bar. The alcohol burns as it slides down my throat and I look in front of me, seeing Mark walk to be beside me. He takes the bottle of vodka and gulps it down in one quick motion. I smile at him and he turns to me, scrunching his face at the taste of the vodka. "I prefer it cherry and sour." I laugh and Mark grins.