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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

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      Things had been oddly good lately.
      Evan and I are good—although I still want to know what the deal with him and Zac is. I don't bring it up anymore because I know he won't tell me. It's easier to let it go rather than cause another fight. Although, I can't help but still be curious about it. Every time I'm with Evan, I feel more on edge and I notice myself paying closer attention to the things he says, or the way he reacts. I try to find hints—but there is never anything.
      Zac and I remain close. I think we're close. We study after school and he's getting better at chemistry. Our study session usually end with us watching an episode or two of Breaking Bad. Zac comments on everything, and spends much of his time throwing food at me.
      &quot;Happy birthday, Hun.&quot;
      I was sitting at the kitchen island, scrolling on my phone. My dad walked into the kitchen,

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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 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 against the top of his cheek. His jawline was carved perfectly like a sculpture. There was a slight 

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