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Losing him all because of a fucking girl. A trailer park trash whore who thought she could run the show. Ash had no idea who she was messing with. Until now, I’d played nice, but I was done. I was done playing nice. She’d get the bull and the horns. She’d get my inner monster. She’d get everything she never asked for.

Travis finally made his way to my house sometime in the late afternoon. When he stepped into my house, he reeked of smoke, and I frowned as I watched him saunter into the kitchen and grab a beer out of the fridge as if he was welcome here, as if nothing had changed between us.

He was about to pop open the bottle, but I said, “We need to talk.”

He stopped, glancing at me, bringing the bottle over as he came into the living room, sitting himself on the coffee table across from me. Travis set the cold bottle down, and his blue eyes met mine. His blue-black hair was combed to the side, his torso covered in a black shirt, matching most of his tattoos. “What’s going on? You seem upset.”

“I seem upset because I am upset,” I told him. “I spoke to Ash today.”

Nothing changed on his face when I brought her up. He was a good actor. Why didn’t I ever notice it before? “Yeah? And how’d it go? Not good, I’m assuming.”

“I was hoping to find a way to salvage this, but she told me something.”

Travis held my stare. “What did she tell you?”

“You sent her a video of Brooklyn and I fucking,” I stated. Finally, Travis blinked, a small reaction, but a reaction all the same. “You’re the reason she came to that party ready to kill. You’re the reason I look like a fucking freak.”

He said nothing, not admitting it. He only watched me, an unreadable look on his face. Finally, Travis asked, “She told you?” His tone was bored, but I could hear faint traces of shock in it. Apparently he didn’t think Ash would tell me.

Looked like Ash was not someone either of us could predict.

“She did. She also showed me the video. You know, I don’t think I would’ve believed her if she didn’t have the video ready to go on her phone, and it makes me wonder just what else you’ve been up to while I’m not looking.” I glared at him, feeling the rage inside me threatening to take over. I wanted to hit something. Maybe him.

When Travis was quiet for a while, when neither of us spoke for a few minutes, I asked, “Well? Aren’t you going to admit it? Or at least tell me why you did it? Ash will never be on my side now, and I think I owe most of that to you.”

His tattooed shoulders rose and fell once. “She was never going to fall for any of your tricks,” Travis spoke, barely looking at me. “She’s above that.”

“She’s above it,” I repeated, incredulous. “Like she’s a fucking all-powerful god. She’s not. She’s just a girl—she’s nothing.”

No sooner were the words out of my mouth when Travis got to his feet, shooting me a frown that was almost vicious. “She is not just a girl, and don’t you dare say she’s nothing.”

I blinked, not believing what I was hearing. I stood, quite a few inches taller than him. Bigger, too. Wider. I worked out religiously; Travis didn’t. “Don’t fucking tell me,” I hissed. “You’re in love with her, aren’t you?”

“Does it matter?” he asked.

“No, no it doesn’t,” I said. “Because you know what? I’m going to figure out something new, and it’s going to be a plan you’re not a part of. I’m going to use Ash however the fuck I want to, and this time I’ll be the one videotaping it. This time I’ll be the one sending out the video. Tell me, Travis, do you think you’ll enjoy seeing Ash’s face while I fuck her from behind?” I had no idea why I went that far, but I couldn’t stop myself. I wanted him to hurt how I hurt.

I wanted everyone around me to hurt, actually.

Travis’s fists clenched at his sides, and I could tell it took everything in him to not lunge at me. “She knows better than to fall for you,” he muttered, and I couldn’t say why, but his words didn’t sit well with me.

Knows better. As if she was taught.

“I didn’t say anything about making her fall for me,” I said, flashing a half-smile at the one who used to be my friend. We weren’t friends any longer, not after this. I was done. “You don’t have to make a girl fall for you before fucking her, you know. There are other ways.”

“If you do anything to her, if you force her to do anything, I’ll—”

“You’ll what?” I egged him on. “You’ll hurt me? Make me regret it? That’s what you don’t get, Travis, even after all this time. I’m dead inside, and I want the world to burn around me, along with everyone in it.”

Travis took a step back, exhaling a long breath. “You keep pushing everyone away. Without me, you have no one. You’re alone. You’ll always be alone. Sawyer, you’ll fucking die alone, too stupid to realize it.”

His words might’ve been true, but that didn’t mean I enjoyed hearing them.

“Get out of my house,” I said. “And don’t ever come back.”

Travis shook his head, flipping me the bird as he went. “Fuck off, Sawyer Salvatore,” he muttered under his breath, slamming the front door as he left.

Alone. I was alone.

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