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explained where and when to meet and we parted ways at the bar. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, but as long as I had two pretty ladies by my side, I figured it would be an okay time.
    Worst case was that I took the pretty redhead home and gave her some good lovin'. She seemed all too eager to oblige anyway. I wasn’t usually that type of guy, but I was single and a grown damn man. The summer was going to be boring enough being by myself.

Chapter 4
     
    Savanna
    I could not believe that son of a bitch was forcing me to go out with him. Ty would be kicking his cousin’s ass if he knew he was doing this. I didn’t want to be around all of Ty’s friends. They had all given up on him. Not to mention the fact that everyone blamed me for his accident.
    This was a bad idea.
    I grabbed some low-rise jean shorts and didn’t even bother changing out of the button up short sleeve shirt I was wearing. Instead, I just tied it up at the bottom. I had braided my hair while it was wet this morning, so I just took it out and let the waves fall down my back. There was no way I was going to apply any extra time on myself. This was going to be a miserable night. I wished I never saw Colton earlier today.
    Since it had only taken me ten minutes to get ready, I sat on the bed and started sulking. Being in public places where people knew me had gotten to be unbearable. People were mean and they had no problems talking shit.
    When Ty had been in the hospital for only a month, a bunch of girls stopped by to see him from one of the female fraternities. I could see them coming from all the way down the hallway, almost as if they walked and bounced in sequence. I rolled my eyes as they entered, but they just ignored the fact that I was in the room. Finally, after the first minute, I had to leave and wait outside. I didn’t know how all five of them were able to visit together, but they crowded in the room and started gabbing about parties he had attended.
    It was hard to hear about Ty having a life without me. One of the little bitches even made a point to mention the tattoo he had on the top of his upper thigh. I could feel the vomit rushing into my mouth. They never turned to face me, but were fully aware of who I was and why I was there with him. They didn’t care.
    From outside I watched the busty blonde talking and stroking my boyfriend’s cheek. She took her fingers and brushed them over his perfect lips, while she was clearly talking about how she had messed around with him. Of course, I hated her. I hated them all.
    When I called Brina to talk about it, she finally confessed to all of the rumors she had heard going around campus. Ty’s accident was at the top of the gossip chain, so anyone that had been a part of his life were sharing their stories. According to Brina, he had hooked up with a bunch of different girls. It hurt me, like someone was stabbing me directly in my heart. She never said an exact number, but it didn’t matter if it was one or forty, it still hurt the same.
    The thought of someone touching something that had always only been mine was horrible. After she told me, I refused to even speak to her for a few days. She called and texted me non-stop until I finally gave in. I knew it wasn’t her fault for keeping it a secret. Ty was lying in a hospital bed, and I didn’t need that added stress.
    Brina ended up staying with me for the next two nights. At the time, Ty’s mother was still talking to me, but I couldn’t tell her why I had been so sad. Finally, after drilling me for two weeks she cornered me and accused me of sleeping around on her son. When I denied it and told her it was Ty, she slapped me across the face. After that, our relationship was strained and now it was non-existent.
    They had been my second family. I had played with their son since we were children and I had loved him for almost that long. I would never have cheated on him. No guy ever compared to the way I felt about him. Making

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