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“It’s not aninterrogationto want to know about the person your best friend is seeing.”

“I’m notseeingher. We’re just…” Erin trailed off.

“Just fucking?”

Erin wasn’t sure what, exactly, they were doing. It wasn’t like they were actively sleeping together—the over seven hundred miles between New Hampshire and Virginia kind of put a damper on that. But she couldn’t explain that to Rachel.

“Friends with benefits,” she said instead.

“Those benefits being orgasms.”

“I’m ready to be done talking about this,” Erin said.

“Good, then I can tell you aboutmylatest hookup.”

Rachel launched into a play-by-play of her date last weekend, but for once, Erin didn’t particularly mind getting too many details. She’d told two people, now. And the world still hadn’t ended.

Then again, Parker still hadn’t called.

Seventeen

CASSIE

That week, Cassie talked with Erin more than her other friends. They flirted, but never got into full-on sexting again. Cassie was a little disappointed, honestly. She saved the old messages on her computer in a hidden folder namedbiophysics. She would’ve named itspank bankif she didn’t want to be 100 percent sure no one found it.

That she talked to Erin more often than her friends said more about her friends’ schedules than how much she and Erin were texting. Parker skipped Monday morning breakfast, which she, Acacia, and Cassie had been eating together since the middle of last semester. Cassie didn’t even see her until Wednesday, when Parker arrived at the cafeteria for lunch right as Cassie was leaving.

“Babe!” Cassie beamed. She threw her arms around Parker’s neck. “It’s been forever.”

“Yeah,” Parker said. She hugged back gently. “I’ve been busy.”

“Me too,” Cassie said. “Projects starting to pile up and midterms soon, you know? When are you doing dinner tonight? I miss you.”

“I’m not doing dinner, actually,” Parker said. “That’s why I’m eating lunch so late. I’ve got stuff tonight.”

“Boo,” Cassie said. “Well, when are you free? I want to hang out and bother you about your new lady.”

Parker rolled her eyes. “As lovely as that sounds, Cassie, I don’t know. I’ll text you.”

She started to head into the cafeteria.

“I miss my best friend!” Cassie called after her.

“Acacia’s your best friend,” Parker said over her shoulder.

But Acacia was pretty busy, too, only having time for the occasional meal and never a hangout. It took till Friday night, when she and Cassie went to a party together, for them to get actual quality time. Even then, Acacia snuck away with Donovan eventually, and Cassie was not about to track them down.

In the beginning, Seth had always been Cassie’s closest friend at school. They’d hit it off during orientation week and grew their friend group together. Cassie had never been more embarrassed than in the dining hall the day after she’d broken up with him. She’d approached her usual table only to have none of their friends acknowledge her, much less move to make room. The ease with which her friends chose a cheating Seth over her had taken her aback. He’d always been the more charming one, but Cassie hadn’t realized she was so forgettable.

It was weird making new friends as a senior. Mostly she relied on Acacia and Parker making friends and including her by default. This group would probably abandon her at the drop of a hat, too, but Cassie didn’t mind. She was getting out of here soon, and she’d have Acacia beside her no matter what. Who cared about anyone else?

Well, okay, she did, she guessed, because itwasfun to have dinner with the whole group Sunday night. Sam and Gwen even joined, flanking Parker, who sat on the other side of the table from Cassie. Both of the girls gave Cassie unimpressed looks, then paid more attention to Parker. The only reason Cassie didn’t roll her eyes was she didn’t want to piss off Parker the only time they’d hung out in a week.

She figured she could always give her trouble at Monday morning breakfast instead. Except the next morning:

“No Parker?”

Acacia shrugged. “She was working late on something. Wanted to sleep in.”


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