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Volume 1: I, chapter 9

The Disappearing Act

But this past week, I so desperately wanted to love her. And now I know why Brent was trying to kill me with an icy glare. I hope Brent hasn't been stupid enough to actually fall for her. I was never that stupid; I merely hoped I'd be.

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Call them out on it, make a scene, watch Jac yell and cry, punch Brent, quit the band, call her a whore, call Brent a backstabber, pretend to care. But the thing is that I do care.

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What does he want me to say? That it hurts?

Fine, fuck. It hurts.

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"It's just that..." I swallow and close my eyes. "You have this sudden realisation that you have no one you can trust. No one at all. Do you have any idea what that's like?"

Brendon's arms drop to his sides. I look at him, needing for him to understand. "I do."

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This feels a bit like drowning, watching this charade.

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Dying young is the newest fad. I sure as hell don't want to miss the boat.

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"I'm your friend! I'm just about the only person who hasn't given up on you, but for some reason you want to change that!"

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"Okay, alright," Pete rushes out, "let's get that negative energy out! Good, good!"

"I try to enjoy being in this band, but you make it practically impossible," Joe states.

"Then I quit," I reply.

"Whoa! Too much negative energy!" Pete says, slightly panicked.

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Brendon launches forward and kisses me. My stomach flips, a burning desire to kiss him back taking over.

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Brendon breaks the kiss, but our foreheads keep touching, our noses brushing together. We're both equally out of breath. "You're going to go to the venue and get on stage. Okay?" he whispers. His tone is firm but gentle, and I find myself nodding.

"Okay." If he says so. Okay.

"Good," he says with a small smile, kissing me again, and I hungrily pull him closer.

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"What?"

"You just..." He bites on his bottom lip and laughs slightly. "You just look good today."

Obvious flirting. Walk away now before this gets even worse.

"You too," I say casually. I'm flirting back. God, my mother must have accidentally bashed my brain in when I was a baby

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He smiles. I smile back and walk away, trying not to notice how my fingertips are tingling.

What the hell am I doing?

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Spencer spins around and sees me. He is holding a newborn baby, a bottle of milk in his hand. His eyes go wide, and his mouth drops open. The baby lets out a cry.

My best friend is speechless. That makes two of us.

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I forgot to mention it earlier but I most likely won't be including sex scenes in this book. I'm not 100% sure but I probably won't. But if in the future I do I'll put a warning before hand. Just in case that stuff makes you uncomfortable.