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FORTUNATELY, I DIDN’T get any further texts from Mattie. I thought about sending her a message explaining that I was just doing Mackenzie’s grandmother a favor. But, deep down, I knew it was more than that. I’d wanted to drive her. And then sitting in front of her house, I’d started thinking about what it would be like to kiss her. Hell, I’d started thinking about doing much more than that.
The news about her parents had been shocking. I definitely knew the kind of pain she’d gone through. As I thought about it, my phone started to ring. I checked the screen and saw a number I didn’t recognize.
“Hello?”
“Uh, is this Chase?” the guy on the other end asked.
“Yeah. Who’s this?”
“Jack Freemont.”
“Oh. Hey, man.”
“I hope you don’t mind but Bruce gave me your number. He said I should call you.”
“What’s up?” I asked, parking my car by the studio.
“I just wanted you to know that I definitely saw the new girl keying it last night. Mackenzie.”
“Yeah. You told me that already. I think you were mistaken, though.”
“No. No, I wasn’t. It was definitely her. I know what she looks like. Everyone does. She’s hot.”
I frowned.
“I saw you two arguing in the parking lot, too. It was the same girl.”
He’d seen us arguing...
Then he couldn’t have been wrong, right?
Realizing that I’d been duped by Mackenzie made my blood boil.
“Okay. Thanks,” I muttered and hung up.
I got out of my car and slammed the door shut. I couldn’t believe I’d fallen for her lies. She’d been so fucking believable, too. I knew if I confronted her about it again, she’d just continue with the same story, and without proof, there really wasn’t anything I could do.
Except for continue on with the contest.
This time... without any guilt involved.
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