AFTER ERIC WALKED OUT of the room, Hilarie picked up her b*a. As she put it on and fixed her dress, she looked around the spacious bedroom. She’d told Eric she would stay, and a part of her wanted to, but another part was scared of getting hurt again. A gentle boy with kind blue eyes had shattered her heart into pieces. She didn’t want to find out what damage a douche-bag with a tempting smirk could cause.
Eric, I’m sorry. Only his ego would be hurt by her sudden departure. It wasn’t like he cared about her or anything like that. Still, she was sorry for lying to him.
When the clock struck twelve, she stepped into the September air, the wind leaving a chill running through her veins. She held her arms, hoping to create some warmth that way. Why didn’t I think of bringing a jacket?
“Hey,
