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Chapter 31:

A S P E N  ♡  W I L S O N
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You know those dreams you get? Where it's nothing but black nothingness but you can feel everything and see the darkness and then all of a sudden you're falling? There's that feeling of plummeting down from who knows where.

You don't have enough time to comprehend it nor do you really understand what's happening, except for the fact that it's happening and it feels awful. You jerk awake, heart thudding and palms sticky, realizing that it had all been a dream and you weren't actually falling. Even though it felt so real.

And if I could sum up what I was feeling right now, it'd be exactly that.

I couldn't move nor could I tear my eyes away. I was rooted to my spot as I watched the boy I was starting to like, starting to believe he liked me, kiss another girl. It's probably weird, and I don't know how long I stand there frozen, but I watch.

There's this unbearable ache somewhere deep in my chest and I can't even pick out what exactly I'm feeling right now. Angry? Sad? Shocked?

I don't know. What I do know is, he lied to me.

He said I was the only girl, he said he liked only me. He made me feel special. All those things he had said, it was all a lie. I was played and I didn't even know when I'd stepped foot into the game.

"Aspen, I heard you were—holy shit!"

And then that's when I'm finally pulled away from the awful feeling of plummeting. I'm wide awake now, and the two who had been kissing moments prior untangle and look at the source of the sound.

Max.

My eyes lock with Saint's instantly. His eyes grow wide and I see his lips mumble something under his breath that resembles close to a curse, but I can't think right now so I don't know.

"What the actual fuck is this?"

Max steps in front of me to get to his best friend, seething as he asked the question. I'm taken out of my momentary frozen state, shock filling me at the hostile approach coming from Max.

"Oh, hey there, Maximus."

I flick my eyes over to the girl with the smooth, butter like voice. She was easily one of the prettiest women I'd ever come across. And her skin? It's glowing. She has such clear glass like skin.

Should I ask for her skincare routine? Would that be appropriate?

I snap out of my thoughts when I feel an intense glare burn through the side of my face. When I look back, it's the girl.

Max and Saint are in an argument, Max practically screaming while Saint said little to nothing. The girl, however, is staring at me like she's about to cast a magic death spell on me any second.

Yeah, definitely not asking about the skin routine.

"—dont do this to yourself, Saint. You're messing everything up and I promise it's not fucking worth it. She's not worth it."

I'm assuming the she is the girl because she scoffs loudly. "You need to get over it, Maximus. I'm here and there's nothing you can do about it."