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should I? You’re just going to tell me a bunch of lies anyway. Some friend you are. You weren’t content to have Brett chasing after you. You had to go after Gavin, too.”
    My stomach twisted into a dozen knots, and the frantic beating of my heart pounded in my ears. “Morgan—”
    But no matter how hardI tried, she wouldn’t let me get a word in edgewise. “Go to hell, Alexis.”
    Then she hung up.
     

Chapter Three
     
    Richard gently shook me from my daze. “Alexis?”
    I stared down at my phone as though I’d dreamed up the entire conversation. Images from Saturday night blazed through my mind at breakneck speeds. Gavin wrapping his arms around me, forcing me to the bed, ripping my shirt and fumbling with the zipper of my jeans, all while telling me I’d thank him for it when he was finished. Myhand shook, and my phone slipped from my grasp.
    Richard managed to save it from shattering on the ground. “Sweetie, what’s wrong? What did Morgan say?”
    I started to say that I didn’t want to talk about it, but I knew I’d feel better once I unburdened my soul. Eastline, however, was not the place to do it. The last thing I wanted was for another student to hear the tale of my stupidity. It wassomething worthy of a post on my blog. “Just meet me at the fro-yo place.”
    I turned and ran for my car. The nauseated churning in my gut threatened to reject anything I put in it, but I could still talk to Richard while he scarfed down some frozen yogurt.
    We arrived at the same time to the thankfully empty shop. If there had been any Eastline students, I would’ve suggested going elsewhere beforeI spilled my guts. I grabbed a table in the corner while Richard grabbed some food. His bowl overflowed with four different types of yogurt, topped with everything from hot fudge to gummy bears. He dug in and ate a few spoonfuls before asking, “So what did Morgan say?”
    “She’s pissed off at me because I went out on a date with Gavin.”
    Richard choked on his yogurt and stabbed his spoon into thecenter of the chaotic mountain in his bowl. “You what?”
    If I wanted to keep Richard from thinking I’d completely lost my mind, I needed to tell him the whole story from the beginning. “It all started Friday night. I overheard Summer and Brett talking about me, and then she kissed him—”
    “So Summer and Brett were kissing Friday night? I thought it was all a rumor.”
    “Will you let me finish withoutinterrupting?”
    “Fine. I’m all ears.” He stuffed a spoonful of his sundae in his mouth and waited.
    “She kissed him, not the other way around. But I immediately thought the worst, and the next day, I wanted to prove to him that he was so yesterday, and Gavin had been hitting on me for weeks and even wrote his number in one of my notebooks…” I paused and looked away, my conscience riddled withguilt. “So I called him up and agreed to go on a date with him.”
    “Isn’t there some sort of rule that you don’t go out with the guy your best friend is crushing on, especially since we know he’s a douchebag?”
    “Yeah, and I totally broke it, but in my defense, she’d said she was so over him.”
    “It was like two weeks ago.”
    “But she’d said she was done with him.”
    “Still not cool, and right now,I’m pissed on her behalf.” He ate another bite before continuing. “And then what happened?”
    “I went to a party at his frat house with the intention of just snapping a pic with him to forward to Brett, but then we started playing beer pong, and I got wasted, and the next thing I knew, we were up in his room, and he was trying to screw me.”
    Richard’s mouth turned as round as his eyes. “And didhe?”
    “No, thank God. Apparently, Gavin has a rep for date rape, and one of his frat brothers was friends with Brett and called him when he saw me with Gavin. Brett showed up just in time and gave Gavin a black eye and apparently a few broken ribs.” And he would’ve given him more if