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Matteo passed along the message to Mason, gesturing to the recording guys. Mason stood, along with Nate, and the rest of the guys at the bonfire turned to watch.

Logan veered toward the bar, stepping behind it next to me. He bent down, fitting the hose to the water supply and turning it on. I followed the hose to its end. Water streamed out where it lay next to the house—about five feet from the couple. He winked at me. Matteo and Nate joined him to block their view. They protested and started to move—until they looked up and saw who was standing in front of them. Both snapped to attention then, trying to turn off their phones. The guys started to protest again, but soon realized half the football team was there and moving in.

Realizing they had no way to fight back, the two guys waited as Mason deleted the video from one phone. He jerked the end of the hose, pressed his thumb over the end, and blasted the porno couple. The girl shrieked, and the guy yelled, his face twisted in anger. He whirled to find Logan with the hose and everyone else watching. The girl cowered against the house, her hands covering her breasts, and her bottom lip starting to tremble.

Grace remained behind, one eyebrow raised as she watched everything unfold. A serene calmness had settled over her features, and she seemed content to remain in place, watching the scene like it was a movie. I looked over. Mason was heading my way, the two phones in his hands. Only one was password protected, and I held it up. Court was bringing her half-naked friend over. Taylor joined us again, motioning toward Logan.

They got his name and number, so if something happens, at least we know who he is. So much. Be right back. She nodded to me. I waited for her to realize Mason was here. After a few beats of silence, Court looked at Grace.

Grace pointed at Mason, and only then did Court realize someone else stood with us at the bar. Her eyes widened as she looked up at him. The blood drained from her face, and her lips formed a small O. He would be with his classmates, Logan, or me when people would notice his presence. The whispering came first, followed by a mix of reactions. Either people would respect his privacy and remain at a distance or they would come over to stare.

Sometimes people would rush up for an autograph or to give him their number. It was usually girls who did the latter. The funniest reactions were the people who looked at him like he was an alien.

Check out his stats. I could take him. He generally ignored people. He stared at Court. Was it consensual with that guy? He was worried. I felt slapped in the face. I watched as Court closed her eyes and drew in a breath.

She needed a moment. I could relate. Mason was intense, especially when he was pissed. And he was livid right now. He cast me a look, asking for help. I stepped forward just as Taylor came outside, but I motioned for her to head back in. We can talk in private. They started for the patio doors where Taylor waited. I followed and turned around to see Mason coming behind me. I placed a hand on his chest.

As she walked past, I saw how glazed over her eyes were. Of the three, Court was the most sober, with drenched, shivering Nettie a close second now.

They headed inside, and I looked back up at Mason. I did. You guys protected her.

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That should count for something. I pressed my lips against his before heading inside. A little extra sensation warmed me. I forgot our current trouble for the moment. I was going to be his wife. I rubbed at my bare finger.

Mason had been reaching into his pocket when he first started to propose, but then his phone rang, and the whole football and fight video thing took over. Mason would give it to me when he decided it was time.

I pushed my insecurities aside and let myself feel a little thrill at the secret we had. No one knew. Not even Logan.

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I had something else to deal with first. It hung on her, giving her a drowned-kitten look. She lifted her head and used the end of the sleeve to wipe her face. She sniffled. She sat sideways, with one foot on the floor and the other pulled up next to her. Still looking glazed, she blinked over and over again. Grace winked at her.

Courtney folded her arms over her chest, frowning. She gestured to Nettie with a wave. Your partner in public love got booted from the party. This was my opening. They all looked at me. They hooked up at another party, and it continued here. I hope you get a bonus for helping us. Then it clicked. She still thought I was the help. Taylor frowned at me. I shook my head. I was enjoying this anonymity. Stepping toward them, I crossed my arms over my chest. Then understanding dawned.

Her eyes widened. I was just being stupid. Is that true? He was at the bar just now. Her hands went into her pockets. Grace sighed dreamily. Good Lord, the guy is from another planet. Taylor bit her lip, her eyes twinkling. He got the videos, and all of the guys were booted from the party. Courtney ran a hand through her hair. She nodded. I shrugged. My mouth remained shut. I know this was a hassle.

I shook my head, the slightest of movement, and she looked back to Nettie. Maybe later? I can say something if I see them on campus. Go home, you know? Similar to the way Taylor and I were with Mason and Logan, the three of them moved as a unit. Grace led the way this time, and she and Court cast concerned looks at Nettie, who looked at the floor as they left the room and continued out of the house.

They all looked back at us from the sidewalk and offered a short wave before moving on to where they had parked. Taylor stood next to me in the doorway, and as soon as they were out of eyesight, she punched me in the arm. It was a soft one, no heat to it, but she cursed.

They thought you were hired help. You left me to be the official Kade spokesperson.

Mason and Logan were behind it, with Nate and Matteo on the bar stools. A couple other guys were standing nearby, and everyone looked over as we approached. I nodded, slipping behind the bar and against his side. His hand came to rest on my hip, anchoring me there.

They first hooked up at a different party, and he rode with them here. The girl asked us how he got a ride home. And we live six miles out of town.

You do the math. His jaw clenched. He nodded, a short clip of the head. Nate remained behind. I lifted my hand to touch the side of his face. He just rested his forehead against mine. I wanted to run.

As soon as I opened my eyes, I was ready to go. I skipped yesterday. We spent all day Saturday cleaning up after the party, and then we spent the evening cuddling. His side of the bed was empty. I stood, went to the bathroom, and got dressed as quickly as possible. I braked. He was stretching outside on the front porch. He pulled his foot up behind him, stretching the front of his quad. It was just not usually at four in the morning. Figured I should run with you this morning.

His eyebrows furrowed. He grinned, his eyes amused. Or to run in general? Mason fell in step beside me, pulling his arm across his chest to stretch. What was my problem? I let out a frustrated sigh. But this summer. I bit my lip. It punched me hard in the chest. It was all confusing in my head. Mason deserved the truth. He deserved that respect.

I started to walk again. Mason stayed right next to me. I held my phone and earbuds in one hand, while the other clenched and unclenched. I had begun stressing when we went home for the summer, and I thought it was just because of my mom being there. But then one night I made a joke to Heather about her and Channing getting married, and she said Channing wanted to. That shocked me. Mason was still right with me. He was listening. That relationship will never happen, and the same for Analise and me.

She let me go, for real, and I like it. Does that make sense? Malinda and David were good. Analise and James were not.

The jaded part of me knows Analise is going to start cheating in two years. And David and Malinda. The pressure was mounting there too. Do you want me to wait a couple years? Because I can do that. I liked being engaged. But I was scared too. I shook my head, squeezing his hand. But I can wait and ask you all over again later. I have no problem waiting.

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I felt myself grinning back at him, matching his smile. Some of the pressure lessened. I also liked knowing he was going to be patient with me, and that he was going to ask again at some point. That was all. I shook my head, rolling my eyes. Your mother is messed up. You just got affected by some of it. It makes sense. He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me as the kiss deepened. It was a part of me. I loved him more than myself. He was better than both our parents put together, and what we had was the best thing I would ever be a part of.

I never wanted to lose it. We pulled apart, and I vowed to deal with my insecurities. The need to go was back, and I nodded. Think you can keep up?

He might be some welltoned and trained athlete for the pros, but I was Samantha Fucking Stratton. I could outrun anyone and, nine miles later, I pulled into the lead. An hour and a half after that, Mason started back for the house, but I had a few more miles in me.

They were itching to get out, so I veered down a new running path and amped up my music. Now that Mason and I were on sure footing again, nothing could weigh me down. I picked up my pace, swung my arms a little wider, and was almost sprinting within half a mile. This run felt different. Then, after two miles, it hit me. I braked suddenly. Nothing was wrong. That was what was different. After one weekend, I lost all of them.

I barely survived the first year, but formed a different family with Mason and Logan. Then I got David back. I got a loyal friend. I got a new stepmother. I started an actual relationship with my real dad. And the last thing: Analise finally set me free. I turned and began walking back to the house.

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After a few hours, I found a curb and called Mason. He was showering, but Logan answered his phone and agreed to come. He lounged at his desk, looking delectably refreshed. Those old knots were back in my stomach. Mason looked up, a smile gracing his features right away. How was the rest of the run? His smile faded. He sat up straight in his chair, rolling it back to face me. And over the last four years, you guys became everything to me.

It was always about you guys. I moved into a dorm, and I was going to find my own friends, but it became about you guys again. I got my roommate because of you. Then this last summer, I took that job at a freaking carnival because I had no idea what I was doing. His voice was soft. I closed my eyes for a beat.

It was that voice I loved so much, and he was going to say what he always said. That everything would be fine. That he would be there for me. This was part of why I loved him so much, because his love for me was pure. I should have a major declared by now.

No way is someone else going to give me orders. I just show them in a different way. We technically still have a month left of summer, too. He took my hand in his. He squeezed my hand. His hands found my waist, and leaning back in his chair, he held me anchored over him. We moved to the bed after a moment, and all talk ceased.

Maybe we could retrace our steps. You could find yourself where you last saw yourself? Logan was walking me to the career center on campus. It was Monday morning, which would normally make the quad filled with students, except we were a month early.

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I looked over the lush green lawns and sidewalks crisscrossing the quad. It was peaceful and eerie all at the same time. So funny. I was picking up trash at the local carnival this summer.

They have deep pockets we may need someday. I could see the career center ahead on our right and picked up speed. Seemed fitting that you and I spend the day together.

I looked up to find one of my track coaches coming down the stairs. A whistle hung from his neck. He eyed Logan as he held out his hand. His turned back to me and narrowed his eyes slightly. It was a fall sport, just like football, and finding time to spend with Mason was already challenging enough when he was playing. Besides, track had been my forte since freshman year. Your running times are amazing. I should explain to my coach that I chose not to join the team so I could spend time with my boyfriend?

I shrugged instead. They could use a runner like you. You know what? Come to my office tomorrow. That girl. The other half, you get to do your thing. I hated the way he said that, like I was weak-willed and submissive.

But he was right. During the fall, I did put Mason first. It stung. I blinked a couple times. Has Mason ever asked you not to? Always had, always would. He snapped his fingers and pointed at me. You made that decision all on your own. I just figured there was a good reason. I mean, I thought Mason probably factored into it, but I thought there was more to it too. They had meets every weekend, and sometimes during the week.

Mason had practices every day, and there were team activities off the field too. I would almost never see him. The thought of it—no. I started forward again. A spark of anger lit in my stomach. I turned back around to him. I love you, Sam. You two are good. You loved it in high school. Have you guys ever talked about it? I refused to give it.

I just stared. He sighed, his hand dropping back down. Let me guess. He asked if you were going to join, and you said no. Then he dropped it.

I gritted my teeth. Is that it? Maybe you should do something you want to do. Instead of taking some stupid test, actually go out there and join the team. I mean it. No drama can happen. Like, if a lot of people got pissed about a wealthy guy not being punished, Mason would be off the team. He still has to get drafted. He knew it could.

Logan cursed, raking a hand over his jaw. I just. Be smart about things. I held my hand out. He looked at my hand. That meant no fighting, no pranks, nothing combustible.

He let out a surrendering sigh and shook my hand. He laughed a little at that, but I saw the relief in his eyes. It was small, but it was there. Damn the consequences. This made him a little less worried about having to do that.

I, however, was all sorts of worried. Last night I spoke to Coach Carillo on the phone, and he promised he would call the crosscountry coach and instructed me to show up early. And here I was. Bright and early. I pulled up outside the coaching administration offices at seven in the morning. There was a small chill in the early morning breeze, but it felt nice.

But my body was ready to go now. I could feel the itch. She had on a black hoodie instead. Figured I might try too. I think I can hold my own, or try it. Did you want this to be your own thing? I can go. You know what I mean? She was doing this for me. I squeezed her hand. Thank you. I appreciate it. As Taylor and I started for the coaching staff building again, some of those girls dropped down on the grassy area just outside the doors. They began stretching, talking, and laughing with each other.

One looked our way, and then her eyes widened. She gasped, hitting her friend on the arm. I saw her say something, and she pointed in our direction. It was the drunk, naked chick from the party.

I groaned. She glanced back. I recognized Grace. A third girl stretched on the other side of them. I was betting that was Courtney. Even the ones still stretching seemed to be listening. Taylor shared a look with me. It was only a matter of time before my secret was blown too. She and Grace directed all their attention to Taylor. The only one looking at me was Courtney, and she wore a slight frown.

Her eyes narrowed as she tilted her head to the right. The clipboard, whistle, athletic warm-up clothes, and the fact he had the same aura as Coach Carillo indicated immediately who he was. I turned to him. I can do ten miles on a good day. We heard Nettie whisper behind us. And like a chain reaction, more whispering and conversation followed. Taylor glanced over her shoulder, a worried look on her face. She was still adjusting, but this had become my norm over the years.

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People realized who we were connected to. They were excited. But that was only half of it. The other part was jealousy. Coach Broozer. Also, there was usually a small group who was indifferent. Those were the girls I usually sought out as class partners, or in this case, just a friend on the team. I snuck a look over my shoulder too. Some were scowling at us. Half had lit-up eyes and bright smiles, but there were two girls just doing their own thing. My eyes skimmed over Courtney. He pulled me back to their conversation.

Taylor nodded, folding her hands in front of herself. Then he nodded. His eyes hardened, like he was assessing me. I looked back. Is that going to be a problem? Why would it? I swallowed a lump in my throat. Finish stretching, and get ready. You guys take off in five minutes.

Both took out their earbuds now to listen to him. Courtney looked over to them. Both princesses and spoiled by their rich daddies—and our coach too. I was stupid to assume you were staff.

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Correction: they were looking at me. There was no hostility or emotion in their eyes, but I felt an awareness in the air. Coach Langdon moved to the sidewalk, and the others began to stand up. It was almost time to run, but in that moment, everything faded to those two girls and myself.

They had competition, and they were now aware of it. This could get interesting. Courtney chuckled under her breath. Not here. I was a runner, and I was good at it.

Their heads were bent together. My blood had started to boil. All these girls were going to be in my dust. I needed to run.

Coach Langdon gave us a few minutes, but when we hopped up, he raised the whistle to his mouth. The girls knew, and everyone was ready. Earbuds went in. People shook out their arms, jumping in place. Faith and Raelynn stood at one end of the group, as if they were their own unit. The rest of the team stood together, and Taylor and I were at the opposite end. It is described as a painful death, so everyone is fearful of breathing when it comes around.

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Broozer indicated the chairs in the dining room.

Logan was walking me to the career center on campus.

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