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this girl, and from what I’d seen of her tonight, the bruise, the band, the pile of shit in her run down car, she came with some baggage. I didn’t need that. Not when I had my own stuff to deal with. I should turn around, let her go.
    But someone had hit her. Someone had hurt her.
    I pushed through the crowd harder until I was outside, the music and lights fading behind me as I made my way down the lawn looking for the car I knew would be hers. An old Toyota that must have been red once, but was now a faded orange color, more rust than anything mechanical now. She’d parked at the bottom of the driveway, under a streetlight, where she wouldn’t be blocked in by other cars. Smart.
    “Trinity wait!” I called out.
    She stopped and turned around. I caught up to her and stopped a little way in front of her.
    “Yes?”
    “I just wanted to say,” I began and then paused. I had no idea what I wanted to say, I just wanted to talk to her and yet suddenly I couldn’t find any words. That amused me. I hadn’t been this tongue tied around a girl in well, possibly ever.
    She raised an eyebrow. “You wanted to say what?”
    “I just wanted to say sorry,” I began, “for intruding where it was none of my business.”
    She stiffened, her shoulders squaring and her chin jutting out a little. She was trying to either look tough or be tough, but on someone who looked like her, was as tiny and fairy like as her she didn’t look either. But she looked adorable.
    Fuck . What was wrong with me?
    Finally she nodded and turned away.
    “It’s just,” I began again, “it’s just that I don’t like the idea that someone has hit you.”
    She turned back and spoke slowly, carefully. “Your concern is touching, really. But nobody hit me. I fell during rehearsal, that’s all. You can ask anyone.”
    She was lying. I was sure of it. But she was damn good at it. That made my stomach turn over. To be that good at lying about something like this meant she’d had practice.
    “I won’t ask,” I assured her, “like I said, it’s none of my business.”
    She nodded again and her eyes fell to the ground. “Is that all?”
    “Yes. I mean no.” I cursed under my breath. I was a bumbling fool. “I mean, can I get your number?”
    She blinked at me like she didn’t understand.
    “Your phone number, “I clarified, wondering if there was another type of number I could ask for.
    “Oh. I, um, I have a boyfriend.”
    I stared at her. Right. A boyfriend. Of course. He was probably one of those meat heads back at the party, although I hadn’t seen her talk to anyone, but then I’d only seen her briefly. She might have been with him earlier, she might have been walking away from him when we bumped into one another, he might have … the words tumbled out of my mouth before I had time to stop them. “Did he hit you?”
    Her eyes snapped. “No. I told you, I fell during rehearsal. We do some tricky dance moves on stage sometimes.”
    I didn’t apologize for that comment. I knew she was lying. I suspected she was lying about the boyfriend too but I wouldn’t call her on that. If she didn’t want to give me her number I wouldn’t push it.
    “I have to go,” she said eventually.
    “Right. Bye.”
    And I watched as she made her way across the manicured lawn to the shitty little Toyota. Climbing in, she snapped her seat belt on and then leaned back against the head rest staring up at the ceiling. Then she wiped her eye.
    Fuck was she crying?
    I made to walk toward her when she turned the engine on and reversed the car out. Then I watched as she drove out of my life.

Chapter Three
     
    Luke
     
    I couldn’t get her out of my head. Toby didn’t come home that night, which was good because I really didn’t need to listen to him and his girl going for it through the paper thin walls, especially when I had thoughts of a certain sexy lead singer dancing in my head. But as it was I was too wired to sleep anyhow. I just kept seeing her