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hers. What are best friends for, right? No one has posted anything about any jail release so I can take a deep calming breath. Another day, I don’t have to worry about him finding me.
    I definitely need a cool shower when I get out of class and a new pair of panties after that run in with Tate. My Facebook disappears when my phone flashes a new text from Avery. Still nothing from Elliot; I wonder if that punk got a new girlfriend or something. He’s normally pretty quick to text me back.
Avery: Hey, chick! You should stop by the shop when you’re done with class and visit me.
Me: Hi Avery! Do you have anything besides coffee and tea there?
Avery: Yes ma’am, hot chocolate.
Me: Oh! I LOVE hot chocolate! Okay, sounds like a plan. See you in about 20.
Avery: Awesomesauce!
    I huff out a small laugh to myself. I know she’s jumping up and down right now. That girl has so much energy all the time. Like a big happy bubble. I’m so lucky to have met someone like her so quickly.
    I have to keep reminding myself to be careful. I wish I could just be happy and free like Avery. I don’t know if I’ll ever get to live without looking over my shoulder. I gaze at the girls hanging around campus—all so carefree—on the way to my truck. These chicks have no idea how easy they have it. Never having to worry about who could be following them, finding them, or hurting them.
    That reminds me, I need to call London and see if she’s heard anything about him . I know she said she would text but I have to make sure he’s still in jail. London’s been my best friend since we were five years old and started kindergarten. I know I can trust her but I just have this weird feeling. I’m probably over reacting but I can’t let him find me. I can’t go through that again.
    God, I miss home. I wish I could feel the sweet Texas air on my granddaddy’s land, softly kissing my skin. I love to just lie in the grass and look up at the beautiful stars. I want to be able to stroke my horse Thunder’s soft mane and tell him everything that I’m thinking of. Just like I always have in the past.
    I want to go home. No, this is home now. I have to learn to love Tennessee. I don’t know if I’ll ever get to go back to Texas again.
    With that sad thought, I pull open the door to A Sip of Heaven. Drawing in a deep breath, I paste a big, fat, fake smile on my face. My mask.
    Standing behind the dark green counter, Avery beams a cheerful, bright smile in my direction as I come in the door. “Hey, pretty little Emily! How’s it going?” I think Avery must be the most content person I know. She is literally happy and smiling every single time I see her. I envy her so much.
    “Hi, it’s going okay, glad to be out of that boring-ass class, that’s for sure! How’s work?”
    Avery has on her cute little apron and matching green polo shirt. She’s the picture-perfect coffee shop employee today. She has her pretty, wavy, brownish hair tied up in a high ponytail. Adorable little silver coffee cup earrings dangle from her ears and bright pink painted nails.
    Shrugging, she eyes me curiously, “Eeegh, its fine, kind of boring. Although I did see a hot man hunk, by the name of Cameron Wentworth and his dark haired god of a best friend, Luka Masterson. They mentioned something about a saucy little blonde yelling at Luka, that he needed coffee,” she giggles uncontrollably and I wince. “Know anything about that?”
    “Oh My God, shoot me now!” I place my head in my hands and prepare to defend myself, “I did not yell at him! He was being a total grouch when I was talking to Cameron in class today. That was like right after he sent me a sweet text this morning, too. Men are so confusing.”
    Ugh, I know my face is red. What a bum, telling on me! I’m so going to give him a hard time when I see him again. That tattletale!
    Avery gasps excitedly, “He texted you? Spill it!” I swear her smile just doubled in size and she has this mischievous look