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a circus act.
    â€œJade, do you hear yourself?” Wesley asked, angry. “And you don’t see why I need a break from you?”
    â€œYou owe me,” I said, wanting to say more but knowing that I couldn’t. Oh, I wanted to. But if I told his parents and the world what he’d had me do for him, he would never forgive me. I would never get him back.
    A tear spilled onto my cheek. Didn’t he see how I was hurting? And yet it was Michelle he was cradling.
    I couldn’t stomach it anymore. I moved toward them, grabbing at his arms, clawing at them with one hand while I tried to wrench Michelle free from his grasp with the other hand.
    Michelle wailed, and Wesley’s father got into the mix. He grabbed ahold of my arms from behind, allowing Wesley the time to whisk Michelle away.
    â€œHow could you do this?” Mrs. Morrison was asking, tears brimming in her eyes. “Embarrass us like this, yourself? How could you?”
    The Morrisons hated me. People were laughing at me. I spun around and took off, running with shaky legs across the grass. The lawn sloped toward the street, and I almost tumbled in my haste to get to my car.
    I was angry. I was sad.
    I was lost.
    My tears blurred my vision, but as I got to my car I threw a look over my shoulder in Wesley’s direction once more. Michelle was still in his arms, Wesley’s parents and friends fussing over both of them while some looked in my direction.
    I brushed at the tears stinging my eyes, then got into my car and slammed the door. The moment I turned on the accelerator, I hit the gas, pulling into traffic carelessly, forcing myself into the lane in front of a car that was far too close to me.
    The driver blared the horn. I stuck my hand out the window and gave the driver the middle finger. Sure, I was at fault, but I didn’t care. I was in crisis mode.
    I drove at a faster clip than allowed for the speed zone, zipping in and out of traffic until I got to the entrance for the 33 expressway. I had no clue where I was going, and it wasn’t exactly like I cared. Part of me wanted to head to the I-90 and drive west to Erie, Pennsylvania, and home and never look back at the University at Buffalo. At that moment, I didn’t particularly care about the fact that I still had a dorm room filled with my belongings.
    I drove, the tears coming harder, as I reflected on the mess that was my life. Why were kids always fed a ton of bull when it came to college? Best years of your life. Study hard, and the world and your dreams await you. Experience true love.
    There was one important thing that had been left off of the bullshit brochure. No one told you how your life was going to be ripped apart when you watched your boyfriend graduate without you. Because that boyfriend suddenly realized that since he was going to head clear across the country to begin his career, he didn’t want to hold you back. He was selflessly breaking up with you for you .
    â€œAsshole!” I yelled, and hit the gas. I had been prepared to wait for him, to plan my own career in Seattle once I graduated next year. Or I could even transfer colleges now.
    But no, Wesley didn’t want to hold me back. He figured the test of the strength of our relationship would come from a year apart. Which was really his way of breaking up with me because he wanted to see other people.
    People like Michelle. I wasn’t stupid.
    My eyes were swimming with tears when I switched lanes. And again I got a blaring horn.
    â€œScrew off!” I yelled, craning my neck to look at who had hit the horn so I could flash them a dirty look. I wasn’t in the mood.
    When I turned back to the road in front of me, I had no time to react. I was straddling two lanes. The barrier between the exit for Oak Street and the lane that continued on the expressway loomed before me, moving toward me at a rapid pace.
    â€œShit!” I uttered, and jerked the car to the left to correct my