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in love with.
I can’t say that, though, because it’s obvious what’s bound to
happen. Rachel isn’t the next girl I’ll fall in love with, because
Rachel is the girl who will more than likely become my new
stepsister.
For the second time tonight, I feel sick.
Lisa smiles and clasps her hands together. “That’s great,” she
says. “I’m so relieved.”
My father walks into the room. He hugs Lisa. He says hi to
Rachel and tells her it’s good to see her again.
My father already knows Rachel.
Rachel ...
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the look he gets in his eyes when he talks about her that I hate. I never saw him look at my mother that
way, so whoever she is, I know it’s not a casual thing. She’s about to seep into our lives, intertwining
around and through and between my relationship with my father like she’s poison ivy. It’ll no longer
be just my father and me. It’ll be me, my father, and Lisa. It doesn’t feel right, considering my
mother’s presence is ...
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Six years earlier
Dad: “Where are you?”
Me: “Ian’s house.”
Dad: “We need to talk.”
Me: “Can it wait until tomorrow? I’ll be home late.”
Dad: “No. I need you home now. I’ve been waiting for you since school let out.”
Me: “Fine. On my way.”
That was the conversation that led to this moment. Me, sitting in front of my dad on the couch. My
dad, telling me something I don’t care to hear.
“I would have told you sooner, Miles. I just—”
“Felt guilty?” I interrupt. “Like ...
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his features and the jagged scar that runs the length of the right side of his jaw.
His hair can’t decide if it wants to be brown or blond or wavy or straight. His personality flips
between inviting and callously indifferent, muddling my ability to discern hot from cold. His casual
posture is at war with the fierceness I’ve seen in his eyes. His composure this morning contradicts his
inebriated state from last night. His eyes can’t decide if they want to look ...
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“I’m not busy tomorrow, though,” she says, obliterating the
wall with her words.
I make room for those words. Lots of room. I let them invade
me. I soak those words up like a sponge. I pluck them out of
the air and swallow them.
“Tomorrow works for me,” I say. I pull my phone out of my
pocket, not even bothering to hide my smile. “What’s your
number? I’ll call you.”
She tells me her number.
She’s excited.
She’s excited.
I save her contact in my phone, knowing it’ll ...
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I send the picture in a message to Ian that says, “She’s gonna
have all my babies.”
Mr. Clayton begins class.
Miles Archer becomes obsessed.
• • •
I met Rachel on Monday.
It’s Friday.
I’ve said nothing to her since the day we met. I don’t know
why. We have three classes together. Every time I see her, she
smiles at me like she wants me to talk to her. Every time I work
up the courage, I talk myself down.
I used to be confident.
Then Rachel happened.
I gave ...
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I’m gonna fall in love with you, Rachel.
Her smile makes me want to keep talking, so I ask her another
question as we pass Mr. Clayton’s room.
We keep walking.
She keeps talking, because I keep asking her questions.
She nods some.
She answers some.
She sings some.
Or it sounds that way.
We get to the end of the hallway, right when she says
something about how she hopes she likes this school because
she wasn’t ready to move away from Phoenix.
She doesn’t look happy about the move.
She ...
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homework late this year.
I’m pathetic.
The door to the principal’s office opens, so I close my phone. I slide it into my pocket and look up.
I never want to look down again.
“Miles is going to show you the way to Mr. Clayton’s class, Rachel.” Mrs. Borden points Rachel in
my direction, and she begins to walk toward me.
I instantly become aware of my legs and their inability to stand.
My mouth forgets how to speak.
My arms forget how to reach out to ...
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Six years earlier
I open the door to the administration office and walk the roll sheet to the secretary’s desk. Before I
turn and head back to class, she stops me with a question. “You’re in Mr. Clayton’s senior English
class, aren’t you, Miles?”
“Yep,” I reply to Mrs. Borden. “Need me to take something to him?”
The phone on her desk rings, and she nods, picking up the receiver. She covers it with her hand.
“Wait around another minute or two,” she says, nodding ...
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“My name isn’t Rachel,” I say, freeing myself from his iron grip. “It’s Tate.” I don’t know why I
clarify what my name is, because it’s not likely he’ll remember this conversation tomorrow. I walk to
where the throw pillow is and pick it up off the floor.
I pause before handing it back to him, because he’s on his side now, and his face is pressed into the
couch cushion. He’s gripping the couch so tightly his knuckles are white. At first, ...
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He doesn’t move when I call his name, so I walk toward him and gently lay my hand on his
shoulder to shake him awake. The second my fingers squeeze his shoulder, he gasps and sits up
straight as if I just woke him from the middle of a dream.
Or a nightmare.
Immediately, he slides off the stool and onto very unstable legs. He begins to sway, so I throw his
arm over my shoulder and try to walk him out of the ...
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apartment when Itry to pull away from him.
“I need to get in there,” he mutters, just as my butt meets the floor. He makes an attempt to push the apartment door open with his other hand, and this immediately sends me into panic mode. I pull my legs the rest of the way inside, and his hand comes with me. I use my free leg to kick the door shut, slamming it directly onto his wrist.
“****!” he ...
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apartment when Itry to pull away from him.
“I need to get in there,” he mutters, just as my butt meets the floor. He makes an attempt to push the apartment door open with his other hand, and this immediately sends me into panic mode. I pull my legs the rest of the way inside, and his hand comes with me. I use my free leg to kick the door shut, slamming it directly onto his wrist.
“****!” he ...
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Asshole. He grins seductively after seeing me check him out-only I wasn’t checking him out the way he
thinks Iwas. In my mind, I was wondering how many times that body has been pressed against a girl
who wasn’t his Wife.
I feel sorry for his wife. He’s looking at my cleavage again when we reach floor ten. “I can help you with that,” he says,
nodding toward my suitcase. His voice is nice. I wonder how many girls ...
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‘Somebody stabbed you in the neck, young lady.” My eyes widen, and I slowly turn toward the elderly gentleman standing at my side. He presses the up button on the elevator and faces me. He smiles and points to my neck.
“Your birthmark,” he says.
My hand instinctively goes up to my neck, and I touch the dime-sized mark just below my ear.
“My grandfather used to say the placement of a birthmark was the story of how a ...
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The blond, lanky guy immediately stands up and walks over to me. He extends his hand. “Tate?” he asks. “I’m Ian. I grew up with Miles. I’m a friend of your brother’s.” He points to the elevator guy, who is still seated on the couch. “This is Dillon.”
Dillon gives me a nod but doesn’t bother speaking. He doesn’t have to. His **** eating grin says enough about what he’s thinking right now.
Miles walks back into the living ...
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in love with.
I Can’t say that, though, because it’s obvious what’s bound to happen. Rachel isn’t the next girl I’ll fall in love with, because Rachel is the girl who will more than likely become my new stepsister.
For the second time tonight, I feel sick.
Lisa smiles and Clasps her hands together. “That’s great,” she says. “I’m so relieved.”
My father walks into the room. He hugs Lisa. He says hi to Rachel and tells her it’s ...
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the look he gets in his eyes when he talks about her that I hate. I never saw him look at my mother that way, so whoever she is, I know it’s not a casual thing. She’s about to seep into our lives, intertwining around and through and between my relationship with my father like she’s poison ivy. It’ll no longer be just my father and me. It’ll be me, my father, and Lisa. It doesn’t feel right, considering ...
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My name isn’t Rachel," I say, freeing myself from his iron grip. “It’s Tate.” Idon’t know why I clarify what my name is, because it’s not likely he’ll remember this conversation tomorrow. I walk to where the throw pillow is and pick it up off the floor.
I pause before handing it back to him, because he’s on his side now, and his face is pressed into the
couch cushion. He’s gripping the couch so tightly his knuckles are ...
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Six years earlier
d: “Where are you?”
: “Ian’s house.”
d.“We need to talk.”
-: “Can it wait until tomorrow? I’ll be home late.”
d: “No. I need you home now. I’ve been wailing for you since school let out.”
: “Fine. On my way.”
That was the conversation that led to this moment. Me, sitting in front of my dad on the couch. My
dad, telling me something [don’t care to hear.
“I would have told you sooner, ...
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bed. I have about three more suitcases and at least six boxes down in the car, not to mention all my clothes on hangers, but I’m not about to attempt those tonight. Corbin said he’d be back in the morning, so I’ll leave that to him.
I change into a pair of sweats and a tank top, then brush my teeth and get ready for bed. Normally, I would be nervous about the fact that there’s a stranger in ...
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