  15
      I stared between my friends, at a loss. I looked at them intently, hoping they would help me—just tell me what to do. &quot;What—what do I do?&quot;
      Bea scoffed, her head tilting back as she laughed. &quot;You're asking me? Dude—you know I'm going to tell you to break up with him. It's not like you need him.&quot;
      I pouted like a child, whining. I was just—so utterly confused. &quot;Is it really justified to break up with him because he went after Zac? I mean—we've never had any fights or disagreements—or anything before this.&quot;
      Jade narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. &quot;Well—are you doing it because you're seeing Evan's true colours and don't like what you're seeing? Or is it because of Zac?&quot;
      &quot;Zac?&quot;
      Jade nodded firmly. &quot;Yes. Because you don't like that Zac got hurt because of you. Because you worry about Zac instead of Eva

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      When I woke up the next morning, there was a weight over me. I blinked my eyes open, squinting. Zac was peacefully asleep, his head on my chest and arm slung over my waist. He looked like an adorable little child—his face relaxed, no tension hiding behind his features. From this up close, I could see the faint freckles that spotted over his nose.
      Memories from the previous night flooded my mind.
      Guilt coursed through my body. I hadn't meant to fall asleep. I was going to wait for Zac to doze off and then spend the night in the recliner if I had to.
      Evan.
      This was—wrong.
      I felt sick at myself. Zac and I were friends and I did adore and care for him but this wasn't honourable—I had a boyfriend.
      I analyzed every line and dot on Zac's face. He looked so tranquil and calm—I didn't want to wake him up. His eyelashes were long enough to brush again

  14
      I somehow found myself going to another party—not to attend but to pick up my drunk best friend. Jade had a family dinner so she couldn't pick Bea up—which left me to make sure she would get home safe. I didn't mind.
      I scrambled through the crowd of sweaty, liquor-reeking bodies to try to catch sight of Bea. It was a difficult task with the house being this crowded and Bea being rather short.
      &quot;Woah—Jasmine?&quot;
      I looked up when my shoulder bumped against someone else's. &quot;Hey, Shane.&quot; I smiled lightly, still glancing around to hunt for Bea within the crowd. I'd like to get out of here sooner than later.
      &quot;What are you doing here? I didn't know you were coming.&quot; Shane grinned giddily. I could tell he had quite a bit to drink. I could smell it on his breath—see it on his face as he swayed his head side to side.
      I sighed, mee

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      I stared between my friends, at a loss. I looked at them intently, hoping they would help me—just tell me what to do. &quot;What—what do I do?&quot;
      Bea scoffed, her head tilting back as she laughed. &quot;You're asking me? Dude—you know I'm going to tell you to break up with him. It's not like you need him.&quot;
      I pouted like a child, whining. I was just—so utterly confused. &quot;Is it really justified to break up with him because he went after Zac? I mean—we've never had any fights or disagreements—or anything before this.&quot;
      Jade narrowed her eyes thoughtfully. &quot;Well—are you doing it because you're seeing Evan's true colours and don't like what you're seeing? Or is it because of Zac?&quot;
      &quot;Zac?&quot;
      Jade nodded firmly. &quot;Yes. Because you don't like that Zac got hurt because of you. Because you worry about Zac instead of Evan. Because what Zac wants is more important to you than what Evan wants.&quot;
      I blinked.

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